I find myself laughing at myself a whole lot more as I've gotten older. Not sure why. Maybe I'm able to see my idiosyncrasies for what they are: endearing personal quirks. Or I just don't take myself all that seriously anymore having gained a bit of life experience and perspective.
A few days ago I was prepping for a dinner for a group of farmstay guests who've stayed with us here at Struan Farm over a number of years and are on the road to becoming friends. We find this is happening with quite a few people who return to stay. We enjoy them. You know who you are, and your ranks are growing!
At this time of year we're eating out of the garden every night. I wing it depending on what is ready to be eaten, and had planned to do the same for this dinner. But in the morning after I'd made the gazpacho for our starter I got myself into a bit of a panic. That I might not have enough beans for six people, and was a Plan B required. So I grabbed scissors and a colander purposefully strode back to Veggie World.
The beans delivered, with thanks:
As I filled the colander I shook my head and laughed. This was more than enough for six people. But whatever had happened, beans or no beans, hadn't I known I would have coped and served up a reasonable dinner?
I was happy to have these beans. They remind me why I do need to laugh at myself. They were served up with crispy fried shallots, ears of corn and grilled steak, with homemade strawberry ice cream and sorbet for dessert.
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