Reckless Abandon
Read a quote today that I quite liked:
“Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.”
My cooking... Yes, it’s definitely tainted with reckless abandon. Sage, smoked haddock and crushed coriander leaves in a curried lentil soup (mmnnm) Apricot jam with peppered Cumberland sausages (Baby!) Snippets of fresh rosemary with a touch of crème fraiche, nutmeg, rum mustard and Portobello mushrooms. (Oooh)
My life... reckless abandon? Hmnm... yes and no. Lotusutol would probably vouch for the fact that I’ve always been a nut. A tomboy, climbing trees, playing in the mud, pouting whenever my mom tried to stuff me in lacy dresses for Christmas. My childhood was simple, reckless and very, very good. I wanted to be a spy when I grew up. I planted sand bombs in the school yard and was the only girl on the boys football team. (Left winger) I played with spiders, loved carpentry and taught myself how to fish. I guess its easier to be reckless when you’re younger though.
Now that I’ve grown up, perhaps you can say I recklessly left everything I knew, loved and felt safe about for this job. T’was kinda like stepping from solid ground onto air, but man, I’m so glad I did. Love... Okay, so lessons in love have been a bit more complicated. Mind you, there definitely was an element of recklessness to it, at least for the first part of the journey. I think that’s what kept it going. The spontaneous, crazy chance, the trepidation and longing over great distances, the magic of believing with naïve wholeheartedness. It didnt make the cut but the saga taught me, if anything, what naive wholeheartedness can do to build as well as destroy.
Is that what it is? Is ‘recklessness’ just a frayed and stigmatised form of wholeheartedness? Is ‘abandon’ the total desertion of mind over heart? If so, I am still a great advocate for the valour of taking chances. Risk something with reckless abandon. At least you’ll have good stories to tell when you’re old and grey. At least you'll have that *twinkle* in your eye when your grandchildren gather around your feet, oooo-ing and aaah-ing at the way you defied the confines of safety. Go LIVEBIG.
“Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.”
My cooking... Yes, it’s definitely tainted with reckless abandon. Sage, smoked haddock and crushed coriander leaves in a curried lentil soup (mmnnm) Apricot jam with peppered Cumberland sausages (Baby!) Snippets of fresh rosemary with a touch of crème fraiche, nutmeg, rum mustard and Portobello mushrooms. (Oooh)
My life... reckless abandon? Hmnm... yes and no. Lotusutol would probably vouch for the fact that I’ve always been a nut. A tomboy, climbing trees, playing in the mud, pouting whenever my mom tried to stuff me in lacy dresses for Christmas. My childhood was simple, reckless and very, very good. I wanted to be a spy when I grew up. I planted sand bombs in the school yard and was the only girl on the boys football team. (Left winger) I played with spiders, loved carpentry and taught myself how to fish. I guess its easier to be reckless when you’re younger though.
Now that I’ve grown up, perhaps you can say I recklessly left everything I knew, loved and felt safe about for this job. T’was kinda like stepping from solid ground onto air, but man, I’m so glad I did. Love... Okay, so lessons in love have been a bit more complicated. Mind you, there definitely was an element of recklessness to it, at least for the first part of the journey. I think that’s what kept it going. The spontaneous, crazy chance, the trepidation and longing over great distances, the magic of believing with naïve wholeheartedness. It didnt make the cut but the saga taught me, if anything, what naive wholeheartedness can do to build as well as destroy.
Is that what it is? Is ‘recklessness’ just a frayed and stigmatised form of wholeheartedness? Is ‘abandon’ the total desertion of mind over heart? If so, I am still a great advocate for the valour of taking chances. Risk something with reckless abandon. At least you’ll have good stories to tell when you’re old and grey. At least you'll have that *twinkle* in your eye when your grandchildren gather around your feet, oooo-ing and aaah-ing at the way you defied the confines of safety. Go LIVEBIG.
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4 Comments:
Must try your cooking, one day. Very Jamie Oliver-ish, I must say!
You forgot to add in your recipes With marmite as your secret ingredient, which would suit reckless cooking to a T, from other people's perspective =)
Cooking with reckless abandon is something I am not able to do at the moment, my man loves variety but I'm not too sure if he would be able to sample the more 'reckless' dishes in my repertoire.
You werent a nut, you were very unique! There's no one I know who is like you, or who can do the stuff that you got up to when we were kids.
The love bit... if I had known the full scenario, I would have said a few words in an attempt to make things better *sigh*
Despite all that, glad that you've retained your recklessness/wholeheartedness (which one is more correct?) in your life. Makes life more interesting, worth living and more satisfying. Hugs to you my dear!
I would love to try your cooking too! I remeber when we baked loaves and loaves of bread together. That was SO much fun! Lace everything with Marmite, I say! Your man wont know what hit him. hehe. As for the love bit.. everything happens for a reason. I will keep my wholeheartedness intact. Life's too short not to, aye? Love you back. xx
mmm bread baking... haven't baked any since that crazy bread baking period at home! Must try baking those here, there's lots of different flours and things I could use compared to what's on offer in Malaysia.
Ever tried Vegemite? It's soooo concentrated...
Vegemite and raisin bread. Baby! What a combo. xxx
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