I'm a grown-up

Last night, for the first time in my adult life, I ate brussel sprouts.

Not only did I eat them, but I MADE them. What has gotten into me? I have never liked brussel sprouts, or so I thought. I can clearly remember as a child not getting to leave my dinner chair until I had two or three more bites of my brussel sprouts. And I can remember the 'ole "act like you're having a coughing fit and spit the food into your napkin and then run to the bathroom" trick. (As if that ever worked!) So, again I ask... what has gotten into me?

I guess I'm a grown-up now.

In recent years I have developed a love of cooking. And my new best cooking friend is a woman in France named Katie who has a website with complete dinner menus for a week. I absolutely love her site, and I have tried so many different things because of her. It just so happens that brussel sprouts were a side dish for one of the menus this week. So, ever the adventurer, I decided to give them a shot. I never considered the fact that brussel sprouts are little tiny cabbages, and I like cabbage. So at the dinner table, Jeremy and I both had sauteed brussel sprouts with shallots, and they were fantastic!

So here is my official declaration: brussel sprouts no longer make the "eww, gross!" list. For that matter, neither does asparagus, sweet potatoes, onions, or mustard (all things I strongly disliked as a kid). I'm going to leave liver on the list for now, until I actually try it as an adult.

It has taken 34 years, 9 months, and 7 days to realize that I really am a grown-up.

Baby Blogs

It seems like blogs are everywhere now. Most of our church friends have a blog, and set one up specifically when they had their first child. It's kind of funny... I've never even told anyone I have a blog except my husband, and I think even he forgets and wouldn't know how to find my blog if his life depended on it.

So why haven't I told anyone that I have a blog? Good question, and I'm not sure I know the answer to it. Part of me thinks that the enemy of my soul is whispering "you aren't good enough.... no one cares what you have to say... you're not significant". But obviously I started this blog because I feel like I DO have something to say, even though I don't have kids and am not plastering their pictures all over the site. Could it really be that whether or not I publicize my blog is actually a spiritual issue? Probably.

Anyway... just musings on this first Monday in December.