Monthly Archives: October 2012
So I’m a Miami girl with a hankering for fall. From the colors to the foliage, apple cider to pumpkin pie–I LOVE this season. Not sure how or why, but I do!
And in our house, fall means the beginning of comfort food season. Last night we went with an old Italian favorite, chicken Marsala and mashed potatoes. Tonight it will be butternut squash and broccoli rabe lasagna. Hmmm… Sounds good, doesn’t it? I’ll keep you posted on how it turns out. 🙂
I’m hungry already!! So today I’ve decided to share the recipe with you all. It’s not the healthiest item on the menu, but it is savory and oh-so-delicious, not to mention one of my husband’s favorites! Check our recipe section for details. Now fess up: what’s YOUR favorite fall recipe?
I grew up in the Appalachian mountains of Eastern Tennessee. A beautiful area, for certain, but I could barely wait to escape. College was merely a pit-stop on my quest to see the world.
No one was surprised when I fell in love with a Dutchman. They were even less surprised when I bought a one-way ticket to Amsterdam, crammed all my belongings into a couple suitcases, and set off on a string of adventures that consisted of a map, a duffel bag, and a Eurail pass. I’d only been talking about doing so all my life. What surprised everyone, including myself, was that my European vacation lasted for twelve years.
And no, not all of it was vacation. Not even most of it. Life in the Netherlands turned out to be pretty much the same as anywhere else, filled with jobs and to-do lists and babies and mortgages, only in a place where people are freakishly tall and there are more bicycles than humans.
But Holland quickly became my new home, one that taught me to speak the language like a native, challenged me to adopt another culture as my own, and stretched me to limits I didn’t know I had. For me, Holland was like that crotchety old college professor you thought was being mean for mean’s sake, but who ended up teaching you the most. Ultimately, my time there taught me to stop and smell the tulips, and to bloom where my bulb is planted.
My family and I returned to the States ten years ago, and we’re still learning to navigate our in-between world, the one that straddles, not always gracefully, American and Dutch cultures. I’ve gotten used to the fact that Dutch people think I’m Dutch and Americans think I’m American, that I long for one country whenever I’m in the other, that spring flowers and rainstorms and the color orange make me homesick for a place that’s not technically my home.
Because even when I’m not there, Holland will always feel like a safe place to land.
I never know what should go into a first official post. Do I tell you about myself? Act as if you already know me? Can I pretend I’m someone I’m not and tell a tale?
Ooh, I like that last option.
‘Sup? I’m Franco. I’m a big male with a bigger head and large muscles. I cook for a living, eat in my spare time, and I like to play football in the park when it’s dark. I live in a five-star hotel (because my family owns it, and I’m a sous chef in the kitchen), and my girlfriend Rita is the hot little maid from the fourth floor. I’m gonna propose. Got it planned for her birthday next month, and she . . .
Okay, in truth:
I’m Janna. I’m a modest word nerd with more shoes than muscles, I live in a comfortable apartment that vacillates between tidy and explosive, and I don’t like sports. I’m a single mom, a writer, editor, and all those other typical things: daughter, sister, friend, wannabe philosopher, arachnophobe.
I was invited to join Women Unplugged by Sharla, and I’m so pleased to be here. I look forward to sharing my thoughts and life with you, making new connections, and maybe, once in a while, pretending. (I’ll be a Wednesday poster, but since Dianne is away today, I thought I’d hop in to say hello.)
Thanks so much for having me!