Guys! It’s the first day of February! We made it! High fives all around! It doesn’t matter how many Canadian Januarys I live through, I am always surprised when I find myself on the other side of one. To be honest, I’m feeling shaken by this January in particular. I started the month with a cold I caught in Nova Scotia and I’m finishing it with a flu I caught on the subway. But I’m on the mend, the month is dead, and solid food is starting to become a daily thing again. Yes, I’m finally well enough to enjoy the one redeeming feature of winter: comfort food. And I’m celebrating my triumphant return to steaming, cozy carbs with this Gochujang Chicken Bog and Green Onion Salad.
It’s well-documented on this blog that I am no fan of winter and this tidbit makes me neither unique nor special. Many people suffer from some form of Seasonal Affective Disorder and knowing you’re one of many can be very comforting. Especially when you inexplicably dissolved into a 15-minute crying fit because you left your hat behind at a restaurant. Is it crazy? Sure. But it’s fine, it’s completely normal, this how most of the world reacts to January, right? Right? Anyway, because my mood was dipping and because today is apparently Blue Monday, I’ve spent the day trying to find the upside to winter. And it didn’t take my mind long to land on this Ricotta Gnudi Salad with Prosciutto & Forelle Pears. Of course! Kitchen projects! Kitchen projects will save me.
When I was a kid, I was all about Christmas traditions. And I made a tradition out of everything. It got so bad that for a few years my family’s Christmas was nothing short of choreographed. Any alteration would be met with tears – talk about holding your nearest and dearest emotionally hostage.🙄 Thankfully, I got over this obsessive preservation of some long forgotten “perfect” Christmas and embraced flexibility. And today’s Lacinato Kale Salad with Sake Poached Shiitakes and Clementines is a monument to that flexibility.
Do you ever get sick of your own voice, your own writing? I do. When I sat down to write this post for this blissfully delicious Watermelon Street Corn Salad I thought, ugh, not this b*tch again. It may sound like self-deprecation but it’s not. It’s like watching the same television show over and over again; the storylines may vary episode to episode but the personality stays the same. I’m sick of my narrative, my quirky puns, my attempts at humor. It’s pretty much what my head sounds like all the time.