New Zealand Day 1
There has been a lot of upheaval in my life right now. Buddy, whom you all know to be the love of my life, walked out on me just after Thanksgiving and it has been a rough few months. There hasn’t been much cooking going on. Let this be a warning to all budding chefs. Don’t let your job take over your life at the expense of your personal life. Your work should serve your life, not the other way around.
Still, since my life was a shambles, I tried throwing myself into my work to cope with the loss, but found that just wasn’t the answer. I couldn’t focus and things started slipping through the cracks that I never would have missed before. It was around this time that I received messages from a couple of friends I had not spoken to an a good long time. Having heard of my loss, they opened their homes to me and invited me out to get away for a bit. It sounded like just what I needed, so I decided to take a leave from work and travel to New Zealand.
I had no idea that my friend Victoria’s family owned a 40 acre farm on the North Island of New Zealand. It is absolutely gorgeous and I cannot think of a more idyllic place to recover. Day one included a cleansing salt water swim at a local beach, making homemade pretzels with V’s nephews, then picking plums at a neighbor’s orchard and coming back to the house to make fruit leather (aka fruit roll ups) with a dehydrator borrowed from another neighbor.
There is also something great about being in a small town when you’re feeling blue. Everyone is so friendly it is almost impossible to feel lonely.
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