Coming Home to Cook. (Showcasing Desserts that Dazzled!)Desserts / June 6, 2016
Lately, and with increasing frequency, I am noticing that the passage of time has been amped up to warp speed. Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into Months. And months turn into, well, let’s just say I am now coloring my hair every 25 days. YIKES!
But there is always the ability to come home to a place where, it seems, time stops. Creeping with an odd familiarity, and reminding us of our roots, our mistakes and our successes, it is the anchor point for relinquishing the hurriedness and the hardship. However, the opposite of this is when we come for an event, such as the wedding of my niece that brings us to this place. Then when I hug cousins and sisters and nieces and nephews I feel old. Gray hair showing or not.