Expect Zippo, Enjoy MORE
How’s everyone doing? Wonderfully well I hope.
Have you enjoyed any Honeymoons to remember this past week?
I had a weeklong, joyous Honeymoon beginning Friday evening with an amazing batch of spaghetti sauce I whipped up. It was a union made in heaven. But sure enough, I got positively sick of it. Eventually it headed down the kitchen drain – another Honeymoon bit the dust.
The coolest thing about preparing last Friday’s culinary excellence was doing it with oh-so-low expectations. Other than sustenance, I had zero high hopes. Ground beef, pork and veal marrying angostura bitters, Worcestershire sauce and radical red wine sounded delectable…of course…but not Honeymoon-worthy. The ordeal was just another labor-intense meal that would be consumed and forgotten.
That spaghetti sauce was knock-your-socks-off scrumptious for three whole nights (gasp: not in a row). If you don’t believe me, ask Jeff (hopefully he’ll “like” this link. That way you can click your way over to him via Facebook. Triangle Park doesn’t have a Facebook page, but I do: shellsween. I’m just kidding of course. As if anyone would ask my husband if the Friday-Night-Spaghetti I’m blogging about was really that great.)
But, it was!
And here’s the point: Expect Zippo, Enjoy MORE! I don’t know about you, but when I get my hopes high in the sky, BAM! Down they slam over and over and over. BUT! When I don’t expect much, well, more times than not things turn out lovely and amazing.
If you’re a passionate soul like I am, keeping your excitement contained about this and that isn’t easy. But holy moly, doing so is worth the effort. In the end, being pleasantly surprised more times than not trumps jumping for joy, before the first ingredient even lands in the pot.
Here’s the spaghetti sauce recipe: spaghetti-sauce But I made it from: Crème de Cookbook Colorado (my birth state).
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