….Okay, that might not be entirely true… Especially if you’re a dude.
But it’s a solid life lesson that it’s the small things in life that matter. The moments, the gestures, the little thoughts and construct our worlds and every day doings.
I like living small. Not that I would likely complain too much if afforded the ability to live large. I’d be totally down for jet setting around the world, drinking the finest wines and tasting the most lavish food and lazing on the most beautiful beaches… Yeah. Like that’s ever going to happen. A girl can dream!
To be honest, while I do appreciate the finer things, I live for the smaller ones. Quiet mornings on my front stoop with a hot cup of baileys and coffee before the world wakes up. The uncontrollable moment my amusement becomes a belly laugh (and pretty much takes over the room). The taste of fresh off the vine tomatoes. The smell of camp fire and “green”. The sound of leaves rustling in Autumn bound trees. A bottle of bright red nail polish and baggy, baggy sweat pants. Puppies… what? They’re small.
The smaller things.
Like cucamelons! I stumbled upon these bad boys at the St. Lawrence Market a couple of weeks ago and they’ve haunted me ever since. So this past weekend I hauled my ass outta bed (and John’s too!) and we walked all the way downtown (that was one mother of a walk, let me tell you!) and I picked up a basket.
…And then, I was stumped.
Before moving to Toronto, I happily participated in a CSA. I was forced to Google and cook ingredients I had never seen before. It was a fun and exciting (sometimes disastrous) experiment. And I relished it. But now I’d done it to myself. What the hell was I going to do with these tiny watermelon looking things??
Turns out, they taste an awful lot like a cucumber. A tiny bit sour or limey but not much. So I treated them like one; I tossed a few in a glass of water and then made a cucamelon bruschetta on toasted garlic crostini. Not too bad, if you ask me. Refreshing, light, vegetarian friendly. It was a fun appetizer and next time I dinner party, they’ll make one heck of an adorable amuse bouche.
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Hey, I'm Kristy. I'm a writer, photographer, actress, and general badass (who goes to bed at 8:30pm) in Vancouver, BC. I've written & photographed with Edible Communities, The Taste Canada Food Writing Awards, and CountryMan Press and have presented at The Food Blogger’s Online Summit. My book, Cooking With Cocktails, is avaiable at all major retailers! When I'm not online, I'm indulging in seasonal cocktails, carbs, bad ’80s films, hiking, camping, bourbon, and pigs.