At times, life feels like one step after another...
A first step tentatively taken on wobbly feet.
A first day of school.
A first sleepover at a friend's house.
A first date.
A first kiss.
Graduating from high school.
Going to college.
Graduating from college.
The first job.
The first car.
The first apartment.
The first house.
Sometimes these steps are major life decisions - change of job, starting a family, moving.
And then some are more about coming into your own - becoming you. Learning a new skill. Travelling to a new location. Trying things you would have never tried before.
Going outside of your comfort zone.
I realize that crunching up cookies isn't as monumental as picking up and moving across the country. But it took a step - ok, a leap - of faith. Because I really had no idea how it was all going to work out. And my family was looking at me like I had suddenly turned into a three-headed dog (hey, if I have to be a mythological creature, Cerberus is NOT my first choice).
I shrugged and explained it was a French Friday with Dorie recipe. The looks didn't leave their faces. Maybe they sensed my dubious state. Fortunately, by the time the chicken and creme fraiche mixture were ready to join forces, the cookies had melted into the creme - resulting in a subtly flavored sauce. The sum of the ingredients was far less scary than the individual components.
And it was pronounced good. Whew. And I was relieved.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. Come check out the chicken-y goodness all the rest have been up to this week...