I remember the first time I set out to make my own pesto. I had seen TV chefs make it for years, and it seemed pretty simple. Plus, pesto is yum, and I wanted to eat more of it. I headed to the store and grabbed a bunch of basil and a hunk of parmesan. Two pricey items if you’re not at Trader Joe’s. Then I set out to search…
A few weeks ago, or last month, or sometime in the recent future (my brain is too cluttered to remember exactly when), I had the overwhelming urge to simplify. As I cleaned out the kids’ room for the millionth time, sifted through piles in the office, and hauled another load off to Goodwill, it was as if my whole being cried out, “Simplify!” Honestly, I had no idea where to…