What a week

It was a stellar week. One for the journal/diary of perpetuity.

There were meals of delicious food with such tremendous company that I am wondering if I am awake. Is this a dream? Were those oysters with champagne granita the most sublime thing I ate? Or was it the ravioli? The pinot had notes of spices that just knocked my socks off.

I shared a table with 13 astonishing people Saturday night. We are planning great things for the future of farming and sharing the knowledge of good farmers with eager younger farmer wanna-be type folks.

Heady stuff this.

The setting was a grand manse high above the Pacific shore in La Jolla. The players food enthusiasts all. Farmers, a farmers market entrepeneur, foodie magazine publishers, educators and lots of lawyers. The conversation was so exciting and full of potential.

I love living my life with such richness.

Step back to Monday night and there I was at yet another delicious meal. Jump forward to another night during the week and I found myself wondering why I go the the trouble of caring about the quality of the meal that I am preparing. What is it that moves me to make such an effort?

Please bear in mind, dear reader, that I have just completed a three week course in patience as each lunch and dinner that I prepared was covered, and I mean covered, with Tapatio sauce. Even the spaghetti. Not my family members, mind you.

His initials are JCC. He worked hard and I am grateful.

Bless him....a weed free garden....all old plants pulled.........bless him.

Anyway...

I feel a great strong momentum forming. I have been jettisoned forward and all I can do now is sit in the present and go about my tasks....one by one.....until I am ready for a new list of tasks.

Life, please keep bringing on the great meals and stimulating conversation. Someone take me to lunch, tea or dinner. I could use some more conversation. The food is a great bonus.

Breathe.

Sing.

Deck your halls!