It’s New Year’s Eve. Everyone in our area is getting ready for a party to see 2015 out and usher 2016 in. Travis is delivering bar supplies for a fundraiser, I have multiple invites, and yet I can’t quite get into the partying frame of mind.
We’ve foregone any sort of adult interaction to support a teen and her circle of friends in their celebrations tonight. That’s when you realize you truly are an “adult”..when you pass on a night out and instead make sure your child has a great NYE. Should that be a sign of maturity? Maybe..but I think it’s more about the idea of creating some good food and being surrounded by family tonight for us.
As I’m working this blog into 2016, I’ve spent this morning contacting suppliers and emailing a variety of vendors. I’m starting to really get excited about making connections that will help me shape my idea of what My Tennessee Kitchen will become! I also noticed I’m picking up followers, which is pretty awesome I must say. And I appreciate your interest in my crazy life.
I know the road is paved with good intentions, and I’m not one to keep a resolution, per say. But I do know this. That I find my joy in the kitchen. Making food is something I love to do, with good ingredients. While others ask for electronics for Christmas, I ask for cast iron skillets. I don’t buy just any salt, I want sea salt that I can grind and cellar.
Food snob? I truly don’t think so. I think it’s more an appreciation for the ingredients and also how you can take something and transform it into a dish that your family might love. Something that will create a memory for them..be etched in their minds at least for a while.
So as the new year approaches, I don’t care about the parties or playing dress up. But I do care about how what I do impacts those around me. I hope to stay focused on making my family happy, whether that’s a great dish or in my actions. Guess that was kind of a resolution huh? Crap..I swore I wasn’t going there this year.
At any rate, I again wanted to say thank for sticking with me on this journey. I’ve learned that sometimes you have to let things become whatever they’re supposed to be. So that’s the goal with the blog. In the immortal words of The Beatles, “Let it Be.”
So until next year, I’m sending love and best wishes from My Tennessee Kitchen to yours!