Delightful Dinners

This one’s just for you, Happily Whole Members!

Why?

Because I think it’s a super special treat and it’s for those of you willing to go above and beyond a little bit. It’s easy enough to make but requires a desire to make mealtime special. It calls for a little love and perhaps even an artistic flair.

You see, even when it’s kept simple, food in an intriguing container appeals to the senses. So, stuffing a pretty little fall squash with a colorful, delicious flavor combination means tasteful temptation in the eye of the beholder.

Have I mentioned how I ‘oh so adore’ autumn? Sure, every season has complications and warrants complaints but the things of this season simply speak to me in a crisp, clear voice, ‘settle in, sister….sink into the season of snuggles and comfort.’

 So much, in fact, that I must make moderation and self-control my skill to practice! You know what I mean, right? When something’s calling your name…its scent tickles your senses and its qualities quicken your heart….and you want more.

Yeah. Autumn once again carries callings requiring some self-restraint.

Things are just not always as they seem, are they? We want to look all put-together (at least once in a while!), we try to hide the imperfections in our attitudes and we keep any signs of self-consciousness behind closed doors. And our pasts, let’s just say we can leave those behind us, right!?

It’s understandable, really. Why would we want to divulge what others might judge us for before they’ve fallen in love with us first? So, we put our best faces forward and hope any ugliness is only revealed after it’s already forgiven.

A little different spin on the ‘same old’ is all we need sometimes to freshen the perspective. Routine gets old, laundry lacks its luster and let’s not even talk about weeknight evening ratrace to get it all done only to hit the pillow hard. Then, it all starts over the next day.

Well, recently, I was feeling the weight of routine. My spirits low and my ability to stir up enthusiasm for the little things waned. I’m certain my girls sensed the restlessness in my complacent attitude as it approached anxious by dusk each day.