Author: Jen Busfield

Mountain Zen

I had the lovely opportunity to experience mountain-zen this weekend. I was expecting the fresh air. I was expecting the sweet-mountain water smell. I was hoping for a clear sky full of dazzling stars. I knew that I would find a lot of quiet time to reflect; and to write. I knew that the greenness of the nature around me would seep into my soul and encourage self-growth. What completely took me off guard was the laden apple tree in the front yard just off the deck. I didn’t realize that such a wealth of nature’s goodness would be right there saying: grab and eat. Hmmm… And, so, I went apple picking this weekend. Completely unexpected and absolutely delightful. Among the 3 of us, we picked enough to fill 4 bags full and the tree is still full of apples…that may be ready in a week or two for more picking. The apples are tart and crisp. Perfect for baking. I’ve already started. I couldn’t help myself. I had nature’s treasure in my kitchen and it called to me for engagement and discovery. I learned how to make applesauce tonight; and then manipulated a muffin recipe in order to make use of the applesauce. Wow. I am awed and grateful for this experience....

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Pan Fried Peaches

It was my sincerest intention to grill these lovely Southern Peaches. They were the perfect (I mean perfect) state of ripeness: round, plump, firm with a hint of give. I did what I’ve seen them do on the Food Network” cut them in half, pull out the pit and drizzle them in a bit of olive oil. They were ready along side of the deep red steaks to meet the heat of the grill. And then, disaster…no gas in the tank. Bummer. And so, these peaches were pan-fried, you could also say sautéed. I kept them on a pretty high heat in order to get the caramelization effect on the open-face of the peach. I might should have placed a lid on the pan for the last min or two, so that they could have been properly heated all the way through. Instead, they were hot and crispy on the front side and a bit normal…maybe fresh-of-the-tree on the closed end. Not bad. Went perfect with the steaks....

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forty-six

“I Love You” I didn’t say it while we were together, because I didn’t feel like it was welcomed. I said it…maybe twice; and each time, I heard that empty-room gong in my heart, but I ignored it and moved on. Maybe, if you didn’t see how much it impacted me to say it, you wouldn’t think I really meant it. But, when I thought it was the end (and found out later, that it really was the beginning of the end), I told you, because I didn’t want the curtain to close without you understanding that that’s how I felt. And since that fateful meeting, I think it all the time. And I know that it shines out of my eyes. But you’ve certainly drawn a line and it is clear that you don’t want to hear it from me. And, yea, I’m wallowing a little bit. I miss you. I have to be strong in so many other areas…I am going to let myself be a little sappy over missing you. You are certainly worth it....

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He’s Gone

My little man is gone. He left with my mom this afternoon. I wrote him a book- to introduce airport and airplane etiquette. He’s been on a plane before, but before he was aware of…everything. Mom said that he did well on the first flight- OKC to Dallas. The next flight is longer- Dallas to RDU. But it is only one day of traveling- compared to 3 in a car. Either way is an adventure for the little man- And for the adult entrusted with his care. It feels weird to know that I won’t have mothering responsibilities when I get home tonight. The girls at the office invited me to “margarita night,” and I didn’t have to worry about scheduling Rand coverage; because he’s not even in the state anymore. So, ladies night- margaritas- fun; and yet, my heart is still connected to the little man, and is worried and praying for his safe flight home....

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