These two words have been weaving their way in and out of the fabric of my life lately.
Sometimes, they are words of choice - I can "live with" that.
It can be words of resignation - If I have to "live with" it, I will.
As a parent, I think the hardest words you ever will hear are - It's something she will probably have to "live with" all her life.
It's funny how those two little words can turn your world upside down and inside out.
When I first drafted this post a week or so ago, my thoughts were headed in a different direction than they are today.
Yesterday, my Uncle lost his battle with mesothilioma. That is what he had been "living with". He didn't go down without a fight. The doctors told him two years ago that he only had six more months. The unreasonably obstinate streak that runs deep in us Rockwells doesn't like to be told when to do anything. Telling a Rockwell "no" is a sure way to get them to dig in their heels (raises hand, guiltily). He was a Rockwell to the core - right to the end.
And that, puts a smile on my face.
In lieu of my regularly scheduled post, I am posting a pictorial.
Items of note: 1) traded spinach out for Swiss chard (served them with next week's pancakes); 2) made the tomato sauce, but added a half cup of balsamic to the sauce and cooked it until it reduced down; 3) whew - survived the plastic wrap; and 4) this was good. Really, really good. Did not expect to like it, but it was a major hit.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie.