Drunken Pork Chops and Savory Green Rice with Fontina

It’s January 2nd and all I have on my scratch sheet of paper is the words screwing up. No profound new years resolutions. No list of organized and achievable goals. Nothing. I’m in a funk.

What do you do when you screw up? Especially when you don’t mean to. When it is a genuine mistake. You’ve somehow hurt, upset or offended someone and an ‘I’m sorry’ just doesn’t seem like it will cut it.

A customer and friend of mine once said, “I have ‘Catholic guilt’.” I immediately knew what he meant (and also realized that I have suffered from that same guilt my entire life). It’s this crazy creepy guilt that runs through your veins all day over the most monotonous shit that you will go over in your head a million times while the rest of the world has moved on and is building other bridges. It turns small innocuous mistakes into balls in your gut. It makes me twitchy. At what point in my half and non-church going Catholic side embed this seed of everlasting guilt into my head? I bet it was those little crackers.

I can submerge myself in cooking and loud music to drown out the worry and know that at the end of the day everything will come up roses.

 

I’m not great at remember expressions and wrote ‘come up daises’ instead of roses before double checking myself on google. I think I will keep it daisies in my head though, I like them better.

 

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