Now that the new year is adequately broken in, I can’t help but think how flawed some things are… Beautiful, but nevertheless flawed. Lately, I’ve been taking much care to be punctual, not to forget or lose anything, to take good care of my possessions, to always fold my clothes at night, to work hard, to always be polite and thankful… Scarlett, 2.0, in a way.
Maybe that goal is totally silly anyway, but anyhow… Turnes out, however hard I’m trying, there will always be flaws. And the more I try, the more things I mess up. Like, I am dearly missing a few items in my closet (like that gorgeous Hermès foulard, ugh… don’t make me think of it…) and I seriously have no idea where it went. It must be hiding in my closet (I hope). Which should tell you enough about the state of my closet, as it is. Oh, how does Elsa put it? “Let it go! Let it go!”
I’m not really prepared to let that Hermès scarf go just yet, thought. Or I’ll likely never be, heck! On the contrary: I’m just super annoyed because I know it’s just hiding from me, duh. But I mean, with other things, the “Let it go” attitude it is pretty true, isn’t it? Don’t be a control freak, Scarlett, and enjoy the little things! A lesson in flaws is also a lesson in humbleness and in thankfulness. Like, when nothing else is perfect, at least a good curry on the stovetop is. Or a super easy but rewarding dinner.
Uhm, I mean, life is not that bad, actually (my honest self feels an obligation to share this piece of news with you). Did I mention we’re soon embarking on a mini snow get away? Aka the closes thing to a proper ski vacation I’ve been in… oh, only twentysomething years or so. So, pretty darn good, actually. Snowboarding, here I come! With my new glow in the dark (no effing kidding!) snowboard. It’s so freaking cool, I never want to do anything else, Yeah, so, confession time: while you read this, I’m already nose-diving into the fresh pow. *Bam* We really are mountain people, the Swiss. I don’t have any other explanation for this sensation, this longing for snow-covered mountain tops, chilly air, steep, rocky cliffs and 360, panoramic views. It has got to be in my DNA.
Food, Scarlett, food. Guys, if you feel like, nope, can’t be bothered to cook tonigh / this weekend / ever… just give these super simple baked potatoes a go! The sweetness and tenderness is good for your restless soul. Search no more, there’s help in the form of a sweet potato (or something).
Baked Sweet Potatoes
4 sweet potatoes
1 cup sour cream
1 squeeze of lemon juice
1 avocado, pitted and sliced
1/2 feta cheese, crumbled
a little herbed salt
handful of herbs to your liking (I used cilantro)
Clean the sweet potatoes and pat dry. Pierce them thoroughly multiple times with a knife. Place on a baking sheet lined with parchment and bake at 220º C / 400º F for 40-45 minutes or until tender (might take up to one hour, depending on size). Remove from the oven and let cool a little. In the meantime, season the sour cream with lemon juice and some herbed salt. Slice the avocado, crumb the feta cheese, coarsely chop or tear apart the herbs. Half the sweet potatoes, plate and garnish with the toppings: a dollop of the sour cream, the feta crumbs and the herbs. Bon apetit!/twocol_one][fourcol_one_last][/fourcol_one_last][gap height=”20″]