Like parmesan & asiago

My go-to cheeses are parmesan and asiago. If I’m making a creamy dish, or an Italian dish, or if I just feel like we need more cheese in our life (we always do), I’ll add these two. Always together, never one and not the other.

It’s two in the morning here so of course (of course!) I started thinking about my main cheese squeezes, P & A. Then, because this is the way my mind works and not necessarily because of the hour, I realized hey! My husband and I, we’re just like P & A. Kinda. Stay with me.

Parmesan goes with everything. Everyone knows it, and enjoys it. It’s definitely a bold flavored cheese, but in a subtle way. It pairs nicely with other cheeses but also stands alone wonderfully. See? Totally me! Ha – kidding – totally my husband.

Asiago is a lesser known cheese. Robust, full flavor that doesn’t go with everything but adds harmoniously to well suited dishes. Pairs well with the right cheeses and delicious on its own. Me.

Parmesan and asiago enhance each other’s flavor. Parmesan mellows the asiago and asiago spices the parmesan.

They bring out the best in each other.

Hello again.

Hi.  It’s been a while, I know.

Things have been different degrees of crazy around here.  No complaints, I am blessed.  Our son started preschool, as I mentioned, and I did not end up having boatloads of free time like I had anticipated.  We used to sleep until eleven, or noon, or one in the afternoon.  Then we’d lazily anticipate our activities for the day.  We’d do something, outdoors, come home at some point, and get to bed around eleven, or midnight, and yes, sometimes one in the morning.  I know what you’re thinking because every time I mentioned this to someone, I’d get the same reaction.  We’re not schedule people.  And we liked to sleep in.  And seriously, you trained your kid to wake up at six in the morning, just like our kids learned to wake up for lunch.

Anyway.  Those days are history.  They were glorious, and I will cherish the memories, but now school has me waking up at 6:43am Monday through Friday.  Crazy crazy crazy.

Things I have discovered since installing this new schedule:  I am still not a schedule person.  I really suck at housework.  Probably because I don’t know when I’m supposed to do it, and when I have the time, I’d just rather take a nap.  My son is a schedule person.  He also really loves housework.  (He is three.)  My daughter is quite possibly the smartest person I’ve ever met.  (She is eighteen months.)

My husband and I purposefully spend every possible moment at the beach because all of this rigid schedule stuff threatens to make us crazy and the beach is our anti-crazy pill.  We spend all week praying for surf and then all weekend searching for waves.  It’s just what we do.  We are so so soooo excited for winter.  It cannot be contained.

Other things I have discovered recently:  I really enjoy having a kid around, one who sings school songs and tells me about riding bikes and being the door helper.  There have been certain points in raising our children when I have looked at them and honestly thought they would be that way forever.  Naive, I know, but I have heard parenting succinctly summed up in this way: The days are long and the years are short.  The routine and daily grind of being a mother to two small children sort of jumbles together, like a video montage sometimes.  And here I am, three years later with a school kid.

I love spending the day with my daughter.  She is so much like me, and yet completely her own person.  She is smart.  Crazy super smart.  She is girly, not so much in a frilly way, but in an owning her style kind of way.  She’s got this confidence and discreet toughness that I’ve only ever seen in girls with older brothers.  It’s all kinds of awesome.

My husband is the bomb.  Of course, I already knew this, it’s not a new revelation.  I’m just constantly seeing him in different lights and he seems to shine no matter the circumstance.  Of course he annoys me at times, of course, but mostly I just think he’s so great.

I’m in a different chapter.  When I started this blog, I wanted to document style, and surf, and just you know, the things I’m interested in.  It was fun to procure the things that I loved in this here blog, and to know that I was putting myself out there was liberating in a way.  I started writing again, here and elsewhere, and I felt like I had my voice back.  The last four or so years have moved very quickly, with lots of different changes and growth.  I feel like things have settled for a while, and I am very grateful for it.  I was sitting in church this weekend, and I realized, I am no longer broken.  I am human, and only through Christ who gives me strength can I do anything, and thanks to Him, I am no longer hurting or broken.  I was, for a long time, but not anymore.  Now, I walk in blessings.

I’m not sure how often I will update from here on out, as real life doesn’t afford me much time these days.  I’m good with that though.  May the Lord bless you and keep you always.

Better than planned

All I wanted to do this weekend was surf. It was a week of transition, last week, and all I could think about was catching some sweet waves. And then the weekend was here and the waves were not. At all.

Last week our son started preschool and justlikethat BOOM! A school kid. A sweaty bossy stinky sweet all kinds of jokes and who knows what he’s talking about school KID.

After his second day, I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow, I wanna go to the beach. He went, he loved it, all is happy in preschool land and I am all FOR academia but I did chuckle with pride. Kid loves the beach! Oh, and kid loves school too, job well done son!

I did not think he was ready for preschool. Turns out I was wrong. I learned an important lesson: God knows better, infinitely so.

This lesson-learning carried into my weekend (and entire life) as I gave up my expectations of eat.pray.surf and was super blessed instead with… Well, take a look.

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Saturday Surf

Saturday I surfed Full Point, right next to the infamous Sandys. I surfed the break once before and I didn’t really like it. Before I went out my husband said, “Stay away from that big rock.” And whaddya know, every time I looked up I was paddling directly towards it. I would freak, start moving away, look up, and there it was again – that same rock – taunting me. The current is nuts there, moving you against your will and against my might.

This time, I got the same warning only now he called it Sashimi Rock. A giant rock in the middle of thick nuts waves named Sashimi is not a rock I want to get well acquainted with, ya know?

I did catch some fun waves, but I got worked. Board against my head, rock cut my toe. Not my favorite spot, but when the rest of the island is flat you surf where you can!

Also, bonus, my husband finally got a shot of me on a wave! He’s mostly preoccupied with the kids and barely gets to see me surf so I was stoked that he got some (albeit tiny) pictures this time.

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See the dot? Me!

Right after I caught this wave, I started paddling back out and a wave came out of nowhere from the right side across me, like some kind of weird twilight freak. So bizarre. So I caught one in and called it a day. Praise God for surf!