As a child, I never thought I would ever have cravings for vegetables, but I do. All the time. Yesterday I wanted bok choy, which is strange because I've never made it before. I got the only head at HyVee when I was shopping yesterday, and there must be something for greens in the air because I also bought an entire head of red cabbage and a bag of spinach (did you know spinach comes in a bag?). Steamy Kitchen has a good recipe that I followed--almost.
Here's the thing. I'm not very detail-oriented, and what little scraps of detail-loving in me is completely used up after a day of fixing commas and hypens at work. I'm also careless. I spill things all the time. Every single time I eat, I spill. This morning I spilled crumbs from the Hearty Apple Loaf. Last night, pomegranate juice dripped all over my pants--and it doesn't bother me at all. I am (once again) incredibly blessed to have a roommate who looks past this carelessness. But maybe I should change. If I was more careful and precise, less people would get hurt by my reckless curiosity; my apartment would be cleaner; I probably would have used a pan big enough for the bok choy and I wouldn't have overcooked it; and I would have the photos I took of the bok choy because I would have spent time to find my memory card instead of leaving the photos on my camera's internal memory.
But then again maybe not. Praise the Lord for redemption and unconditional love.