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No mosquitoes, I'm sure. |
I guess we didn't get the lazy-days-of-summer edict this year. (Come to think of it, I don't think we've gotten one for several years.) This summer - even more than most - has been lived and measured with the fast-moving second hand on the clock, not the hour hand. Every day since we moved in early May has felt like a race against time, from the moment our feet swing out of bed until we collapse exhausted sometime after the late news has ended without us watching. Our days are packed full of activity; and as the saying goes, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

New recipes force me to slow down: I have to actually measure ingredients and follow directions instead of zipping my way through a tried-and-true favorite, with only a few prompts and hints along the way. And we tend to slow down when we come face to face with a new food on our plates. Instead of scarfing it down like we're in an eating contest, we take time to contemplate the presentation, the aroma, the flavors and texture and decide: is the recipe a keeper or does it need some tweaking to suit our tastes?
We can't slow down the clock. But most of the time, we can choose to slow down our pace and enjoy the season we're in. It's definitely worth a try before summer completely slips away (the UT football reminders and bulb catalogs arriving in the mail herald the approaching fall. It's just around the corner.)
Happy slower eating,
