I came to the US after getting married to A with a work permit. Wall Street crashed the day I received my permit authorization and life hasn't been the same since. I turned from an active, bindaas, cool person to a whining, moaning, crying, depressed wreck. This food blog was supposed to give me a purpose, and it didn't. Nothing did. I hated going out, I hated meeting people (which was a shocker!), I put on obscene amounts of weight (It is like the movies) and spent day and night cribbing about this country, about how I'd given up everything. You know, its very easy to love a person if things are okay with you. When things go wrong, and when you, in your head, pinpoint the reason to one thing/person, you lose control. In my case, my marriage changed my life in more ways than one. A changed my life. While I can see that I've grown as a person, and become stronger after the two year crisis in my life, it wasn't always like this.
Amidst all the cakes we baked, he sat and watched me as I ate and plunged into a hell-hole. He stood here, baking for me, cleaning after me, taking all the jokes on him - just waiting for things to change. He is a man of faith. I'm the confused one. Still. And he won, partly. Through me. With his irreplacable faith. I changed some marvellous things about him. And it is not necessarily good for him. But we are picking up the pieces now.
I know a lot of you may say, 'oh a job is nothing.' With due respect, its not about the job. Its about fulfillment. And it took me this crisis to figure out that a job is not necessarily the way I live my life fully. I needed this lesson. I needed this crisis to test me. I almost lost it. I almost gave up. Thanks to phone calls to my parents at the oddest of times, to good friends, online and offline, and thanks to A, I'm wiser. And calmer. And smarter.
Now, after all the gyaan :D, let me move to this super healthy dessert. A friend came over. We don't have too many friends, so any chance of making friends is welcomed and they are invited home to be our guinea pigs. Without warning. I just had this dessert in my head. As a picture. I had to, had to do this. Plus the blueberries we picked last year had to be finished, IMO. We are going picking again and I'm picky that way. Pun totally intended.
And I'm no dessert expert. I'm just an expert at bossing over and supervising and screaming when things don't work ;)
What made it special for me was that we worked together again. We reminisced on all the fun we had picking berries and when you turn it into something as beautiful as this, you realize team work always works. In cooking great food and in life.
Thanks for listening to my yarn :)