“Do you think I’m weird?”
Life is pretty strange sometimes. This past weekend has been a tornado of highs and lows. My roommate got hit by a truck while on her bike—the ultimate low I can think of for someone who loves riding—and ended up in the hospital. She’s pretty banged up, but her spirits are high and she’s expected to make a full recovery.
It was definitely one of the scariest moments of my life, getting that phone call that informed me that one of my best friends was seriously injured. It kind of put some other things that happened after that into perspective.
I spent some time reflecting alone and with those close to me, namely Kyle. It was a good opportunity to think about how lucky we all really are, especially when something like that accident hits so close to someone you love.
Becca & Rachel: pumpkin buds
Needless to say, to get my head on right I wanted to jump back into the kitchen. I had visited Becca in the hospital twice and she told me she was super excited to read my blog post.
I honestly have never wanted to not let someone down more in my life.
Earlier in the week I ventured to the Italian Market to gather some ingredients for spaghetti and meatballs night. I stopped in Talluto’s to get some fresh, homemade egg spaghettini and San Marzano tomatoes for the sauce. Even snagged a cheese sample for the road. Booyah.
