Heath and I took off a couple weeks ago for Spring Break and it was one I didn’t know how much I needed. The nonstop pace that this year has brought came to a screeching halt. This kind of sudden swing always produces a tinge of guilt in me. If I’m not doing something productive then I must be wasting time.. Ugh. Granted, I know how dearly important taking time for ourselves is to overall health. I am a huge proponent of self-care and yet, at times, the worst offender of ignoring all things related to caring for myself….
Custards & Puddings
I spent half of this last long weekend coaching at a swim meet in a pool facility that is notorious for its horrible air quality. While you may be thinking, “Wow, that seems like a problem for athletes that cherish the chance to take a breath,” you would be right. Right. But the crux of it all is that the poor air quality hits you hours after you have left the building, leaving you sneezy, stuffy, headachy, and downright no good for a day or two. Swimmers, coaches—this place doesn’t discriminate. The after-effects hit me hard….
We’ve been having beautiful, just-the-right-kind-of-warm sunny days and chilly autumn nights here in the Midwest. An Indian summer of sorts. Maybe not in the truest sense of the definition, but if I can describe what we’re having as some type of summer, then I’ll go with it. Did anyone ever see that Big Chill-esque early 90’s movie, Indian Summer? Don’t. Or do. Ok, it’s one of those strange guilty pleasure movies of mine….
School is back in session. It’s exciting, really. Although I love the freedom that summer brings, the new academic year always feels like a fresh start. A reboot. A chance to take what we learned in the previous year and better ourselves in the future one. A chance to try new approaches. Listen better. Laugh harder. All the mistakes, successes, and the in-between: a primer for the new year….
I have been in love with the summer weather we have been having here lately. Late-night Midwestern summer thunderstorms, cloudy early mornings, and sunny blue-sky days. There is really nothing like a Midwestern thunderstorm. My years in New Orleans and New York City had their fair share of weather, but nothing compares to the hot and humid rolling drama the heartland provides. This is summer to me.
In addition to the weekend being here, it is also the last day of school. All good things. And so, to celebrate, I’ve made these vanilla chai pots de creme, or more appropriately, “happy pots”. Call them what you will, these pots of happiness are simple. A sibling to the more high maintenance creme brulee, the prep for these creamy custards is much easier, plus no kitchen torch required. Or if you grew up in my family, no blow torch required. True story. (We used what we had)….