Much will be said in the coming days about Prince Rogers Nelson and probably in words more eloquent than mine but I feel a need to express my sadness over Prince’s passing. My degree of grief over his death surprises me. After all, its’ not like I knew him personally or had some earth shattering young adult experience set to the backdrop of his music. Yet, I feel as if a bit of my youth has just passed away. Prince is gone. I still can’t believe it.
2016 has taken too many of our great musicians but Prince’s death has definitely hit me the hardest. Maybe it’s because his music was the soundtrack to my adolescence. To a reserved, uncertain, self-conscious teenager, his music was a celebration of life. It was electric. He was electric. He was unapologetically cool. To call him unique seems to underplay his individuality and style. He was duality embodied. He was masculine and feminine. He was sexual and in-your-face and unrestrained on stage. Yet he was soft spoken and reserved and humble in person. He was small in stature but titanic in presence. I never got to see him in concert and that is a regret that I will carry with me until it is my turn to leave this earth. Though his performances, even if seen only through the television screen, were transformative. His dancing must have been choreographed but his moves seemed only to emanate from some deep, intuitive, organic place. He appeared to engage each and every person in the audience as if he was having a conversation with them alone. His skills on the guitar were legend. I can think of no one better. His showmanship was genius. He was a giant among giants.
It is hard to fathom a world without Prince. Without him, some of the lightness seems to have gone from this Earth. I went to work yesterday dressed in purple and black, a tribute. I expected there to be others in mourning. I expected the world to take pause. I expected my patients to take time out of their exams to talk of his impact upon their lives. But the day went on as usual, as if nothing happened. It all seemed a bit of a dream. But life goes on, I suppose, though life less sweet for having lost one of the most beautiful artists the world has known.
So, in his own words… “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.” Life without you, Prince, will be a lot less groovy.
Well, turns out I am not skilled enough to create a separate page for recipes so I will be mixing recipes in with regular blog posts. Maybe some day I’ll get some actual help in managing this blog site. But, for now, you are stuck with me. So, today I thought I’d share with you my world famous (I might be exaggerating a tad bit) guacamole. I happen to think it’s pretty awesome. My kids love it. My husband loves it. It even converted my sister-in-law to a lover of guacamole and she hates avocados. We eat it with chips, I put it on nachos, I even use it to top burgers (along with a little chipotle mayo). My mouth is watering just thinking about it. The problem is, I don’t really have a recipe. It’s a bit of this and a bit of that. But I’ve recently had requests for a recipe so I’ve tried to put some measurements to my concoction. Here goes…
- 4-5 small avocados, ripe
- 2 medium cloves garlic, minced
- 1 cup packed cilantro, leaves and stems ok, finely chopped
- 1/3 cup finely diced red onion
- 1/2 large lime, juiced
- large pinch Kosher salt (or to taste)
- 10 turns pepper grinder (or to taste)
Combine and enjoy! This recipe serves about 5-6 when used as a dip. Let the fiesta begin!
Nope. That’s not a typo. “Lice” is what I meant to write. For those of you that have dealt with this scourge in your families, you may not see a bright side. But I, ever the optimist, have chosen to see the good that has come from those little buggers.
How fitting that we discovered on April 1st that our family had been afflicted. It is the start of the kids’ Spring Break and we were set to drive to Portland to visit our dear friends for a few days. “April Fools!” You’re not going to Portland for vacation. You get to stay home and do load after load of laundry and scour each other’s heads for vermin. Won’t that be fun?
That’s the crummy part. But here’s the glass-half-full point of view. I always wanted to be a momma monkey. Now’s my chance! Also, my house has never been so clean! There’s nothing like a little infestation to bring out the obsessive compulsive cleaner in me. Furthermore, how often do you get to spend an hour and a half of uninterrupted one-on-one quality time with your child? Searching for nits will allow you this blessing. I think we bonded. And, now my son has received the most thorough going over of the moles on his scalp that he has ever had! My husband and I had some well deserved alone time. As he searched diligently for lice in my hair, I could almost imagine that he was giving me a scalp massage. It was practically a date.
I wish for all of you that you never have to deal with lice. But, if you do, may you enjoy the quality time with family that it brings you. Happy April 1st! Oh, how I wish this was a joke.