Happy Thursday

I’m not sure why this quote became the posting of choice after the tragic Boston Marathon bombings. I’m not even 100% sure that Fred Rogers actually said this, but I love it nonetheless. In times of tragedy that cannot be explained, it is nice to find comfort where you can, and if there is at all a silver lining to the bombings, it is witnessing that the number helpers on the scene far outweighed the evildoers.

These flowers:

Are outside my window. As much as I love them, I’m more excited to see the green leaves poking through the buds. It means that the lush, green summer is coming, and winter is far behind.

If you haven’t listened to the episode of This American Life called, “Trends with Benefits,” you should. In fact, you NEED to listen to this. I thought their investigation of why the amount of people on disability insurance is rapidly rising would basically boil down to people cheating the system, but I was wrong. Instead, this story changed the way I view our country’s entire economy. This is worth an hour of your life. Promise.

This book:

I couldn’t put it down. If you’re looking for a captivating story to suck you in, get this one.

This commercial:

It either made me teary eyed or I’m lying.

Thanks for reading. xoxo

Rusty Tools

I have nothing else to really add to the quote I found in this book, except that it has stuck with me ever since I first found it a week ago. I’m hoping that over time these rusty and bent tools will become sharper and straighter with age. Either way, I am using the hell out of them.

At least I don’t own a cat

Although Julia Child originally became famous for her French cookbook, these days whenever I hear her quoted it is always in regard to her attitude toward mistakes. That is, that they happen and they are no excuse to fall apart. And saying something out loud to your guests can only makes things worse, not better. More than any recipe, I think this attitude is her greatest contribution to home cooks.

The next time I am cooking for my family, friends, or in-laws and I realize that I’ve forgotten an ingredient, or the dish doesn’t taste as good as it has in the past, or I’m just all around not confident in the recipe, I will try to remember this.

Also – it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who has served stew that a cat had fallen into.

I’m kidding. It was spaghetti sauce.