I have a confession to make: we live right across the street from one of the biggest and best farmers markets in the Chicago metro area and…we never go.
Crazy, right?
I have a confession to make: we live right across the street from one of the biggest and best farmers markets in the Chicago metro area and…we never go.
Crazy, right?
I undeniably have a tendency to plan for the future in lieu of living in the moment. My New Year’s resolution pretty much every year is to “worry less” and “be grateful every day.” I like to think I get a little better at these things every year (and undeniably am much happier for making a point to try to live my life in this way) but I definitely constantly find myself thinking about all the great things I’m GOING to do someday, taking away from the time I spend doing awesome things today. This applies to bigger things (see: starting a blog), but I also find it happens with the little things that make me just as happy.
Guys, GUYS. I have a problem. I’m totally, completely, and helplessly addicted. To a SALAD.
What’s wrong with me?
Before you all start freaking out, taking my temperature, and generally worrying that I’ve lost my mind, let me clarify. Panzanella is a bread salad. (“Ohhh,” you say. “That explains it.”) You take hunks of fresh bread, fry ‘em up in a skillet with olive oil/butter/both (insert sheepish grin) and toss those babies with fresh veggies, some protein if you want, and homemade vinaigrette. It’s my new favorite summer meal, a perfect blank canvas with a whole world of possible combinations and customizations. Sometimes it is a struggle to make anything else for dinner, because I just. Want. Panzanella.