Waging war in the kitchen

I had a box of luscious nectarines and white peaches sitting beside the stove for the past two weeks. With company coming this weekend I figured we'd finish the box no problem. Guess I didn't really count on how little time we'd spend in the house given that the Stampede's in town and the weather is gorgeous (oh, and that there's almost no mosquitoes!).

Yesterday I noticed one of those red fruit flies buzzing around my kitchen. Not good. This morning when I reached over my box of fruit a couple more flew into the air. Those intruders were eating my fruit. This is war!

In times of crisis, we must not panic. Instead, we must face the enemy head on, with determination and bravery. Even if it means sacrificing Sunday afternoons to work in the kitchen. Man the battlestations!

Or, in my case, the blender. I'm making sorbet: one nectarine and one white peach and spearmint. Should be delicious! Who knew war could be so fun?



Hmmm, since I'm at it and the dishes are already dirty, I think I'll make a raspberry/blackberry sorbet too.

The pot calling the kettle

I attended my first work Stampede party today. It was...ahem...interesting. We were a pretty quiet group, but there were a couple other individuals there who were less than quiet. It wasn't even 3 p.m. and they were completely trashed. Kind of sad actually.

Is it wrong that the best part of the party was the people watching? I was going to make a snide comment about one individual who'd clearly had too much to drink and was sauntering over to every male in Wranglers and a cowboy hat...

How quickly I pass judgement on someone else...yet I hate when someone passes judgement on me. I've done my fair share of stupid things...I remember thinking how great they'd make me feel...only to end up disappointed in the end. Funny how some of things that we think will make us happy - don't.

I have to watch my attitude. At first I was irritated and frankly, a little disgusted with this individual. At some point I realized I saw a bit of myself in her. Where's the line between passing judgement and looking down on someone and relating to him/her and feeling sorry for him/her? Is there a line? Aren't both options just different forms of passing judgement?

Is it even possible to not pass judgement in some way? I don't know that it is. I do know however, that I need to watch my attitude and not be so hasty in jumping to conclusions about people and situations.