January 2, 2012 § 20 Comments
What would you do if you weren’t afraid of failing?
It’s not an original question, I’ll admit. Quite the contrary, in fact. It’s pretty painfully cheesy, like those horrible motivational posters we used to have in our gym locker rooms for high school sports, or the quotes I carefully wrote into my journals, in metallic pens and with cutesy cut-outs as decorations.
Yet, it was the question I found myself asking in my mind last night as I got ready for bed and contemplated the journey back to Boston and working/studying/data analysis/teaching/writing/whatever-it-is-I-actually-do after a swift and very full holiday vacation. I have a tentative nature when it comes to work and school, and I put a lot of effort, particularly mental effort, into trying to make sure I do everything right and just as others want. The idea of failing is so scary I almost never allow myself to fully contemplate it.
September 8, 2011 § 23 Comments
I feel a bit as though bell peppers are raining down on my head. Tumble, plump, bumble, plop, boing… And then scattering across the floor. Thankfully they aren’t actually, though I imagine it wouldn’t be entirely unpleasant. But, it would make a lot of peppers to clean up – and they’d require extra scrubbing after being on the floor and all.
Anyhow, we do have bell peppers in abundance. More than can be reasonably used, even through a well strategized line up of stir fries with peppers, pasta with peppers, salad with peppers, and sauteed melanges of who knows what but it definitely includes peppers…with peppers.
I thought about pickling them and packing them by the peck (into pints, of course), and it may yet come to that. But, in the meantime, the clever, immediate, and entirely delectable solution was soup. Roasted pepper soup.