Tales From The Cutting Board: Chop. Grate. Stir. Repeat.

Tales from the cutting board - chopping my way through life. It sounds like something out of a bad horror movie, right? I happen to strongly dislike horror movies and rather enjoy cooking, which is the actual inspiration for the title of the blog.

Over the last two years I have had the pleasure of getting engaged, planning a wedding, finding a new job, getting married, moving to a new state, and helping to build our house (sort-of). Did I mention I'm 25 weeks pregnant? Needless to say it has been a time of many transitions and it has truly been a pleasure (even though my more than occasional freak-outs might lead one to think otherwise).

I am a delayed processor. It takes a while for things to sink in and become the "new normal." This is where my cutting board therapy has proven so helpful. The one constant that has remained in the midst of all these life changes is my evening routine. Standing at the counter in front of the cutting board preparing dinner for my husband and myself - sweet potatoes, mushrooms, asparagus, kale, basil, rosemary, lamb, chicken . . . all of these and more have passed under my knife. While I was busy chopping, marinating, and grating my mind and heart worked on the "life stuff."

"Where the heck do I live now?" Chop the potatoes. "How can I be a better wife?" Grate the cheese. "Will Duncan and Millie ever get along?" Start the quinoa. The questions roll around in my head as I stir the spaghetti sauce and shape the meatballs. Sometimes answers come, sometimes more questions. Either way, my daily meeting at the cutting board is helping me find my identity as a new wife, mother-to-be, suburban born city dweller, lover of food, amateur gardener, wrangler of cats, and fumbling follower of Christ.

Each day, a new meal. Each meal, another moment. Tales from the cutting board, chopping my way through life one moment at time.