After all’s said and done, it’s the little things in life that make it so worth living – dontcha think? Sure, buying a new house (or maybe a small-ish condo) is a huge feat, and certainly graduating is awesome, no matter how many times you do it. Having a baby? That’s a big thing, no doubt. My friend Caroline just did that and my friend Lindsay will be doing that soon, and I’m pretty excited for both of them.
Me? I’m sorta focused on the little things lately. And there’s a whole bunch of them lying around, waiting to be acknowledged.
One of them is my new (but used and cheap) bike. I wasn’t ready to commit to a big bike purchase, so I procured a cheap bike that rides great and is exactly what I was looking for. Riding that bike has been the highlight of the past couple of weeks, and I’ve begun to notice all sorts of little things since my first venture out on two wheels. For one, I like the wind against my face, even though my too-long, multi-colored bangs blow recklessly to the side, sometimes sticking to my face when it’s sweaty. That actually happens a lot. I like the sound the pedals make when I whiz them backwards while waiting for the light to turn green. I like that there are small hills in the city, so that when those quads are workin’ hard to reach the apex, there’s a sizeable amount of time to breeze on down the other side, and to go fast. I like the view from this side of the city, and I like being part of another sub-culture.
I’ve enjoyed a couple of trips to the new gelateria in town. Gelato in the summer reminds me of Italy, obviously, and just like our trip to Italy many years ago, I hope to eventually try every. single. flavor. I also participated in “free Slurpee day” on 7/11 and, amidst a little rain, Jennifer and I rode from one to the other for some cold slushee goodness. I like that I (sorta) have a tan, too, because that’s a constant reminder that it’s Summer, and hot as hell as it is, I like it.
This CSA-joining has been pretty cool, too. I like getting home and opening emptying my bag; I feel like a pirate might feel when he/she gets to sift through the booty. Ha, booty. I like that word, too. I’ve seen so many posts, articles, recipes discussing kale chips. Kale chips, you read correctly. Baked pieces of kale seemed a little blah to me, really, and I didn’t plan to find out otherwise. But as it turns out, our CSA likes to include kale in their boxes and I like that they like to. I had a burgeoning bunch of it, and figured I’d try my hand at these supposed ‘chips’ with a few of the leaves.
People, if I could sum up that experience in two words I would say this and only this, “make this”. It’s crazy, truly, how torn, leafy pieces of dark green kale are transformed in a 350-degree oven in a matter of moments. Crunchy, burnt in some places (those below in most places), flecks of sea salt dancing on the leaves, kept in place by a ruffle at the edge. Tasty, for sure – a twinge of salt, a smoothness of olive oil, and a suggestion of sweet, eating these things makes you feel guilty almost, but not quite because it’s kale, people! It’s kale.
Like I said, little things.
makes however much you want..
preheat oven to 350 F. take out a large baking sheet, or two. tear kale into small, bite-size pieces and toss in a large bowl with a little olive oil (don’t overdo it, just enough to coat the kale). place pieces of kale on baking sheet, making sure to not overlap. sprinkle with sea salt, and bake for 10-15 minutes until crispy.