This was the pancetta.
The pancetta represents my life a bit right now.
It started off all well… I was cooking a great recipe for Sausage Kale Sweet Potato soup, and I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun to take pictures along the process?” Here’s the pancetta, here goes the sausage, and on through the process. It was going to be awesome.
I got busy, I got hungry, I needed to move forward, so I just. finished. cooking.
And now I have a lonely photo of uncooked pancetta in a pot. Poor pancetta.
But here’s the deal: I probably wasn’t going to change your life with my culinary play-by-play.
I’d rather change your life with my full-on reals. Imperfect, well-intentioned, poorly-executed reals.
I’m writing this from the lobby of my son’s Boy Scout meeting. There’s a committee meeting I ‘should’ be attending. Instead, I am here, with laptop, intending to crank out some serious work content. Because it’s that or continue to drown in tasks.
Choices. Time invested in one area is time away from another. And I’m choosing today to do a solid for future me in the office. You’re welcome, Future Me. And sorry, Past Me, about the pancetta.
Despite all that, the soup was lovely.
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