Last night I was supposed to run but I chose not to. Why? Because I didn’t feel like it. I had zero desire. Nothing in my body wanted to run which seems to be a constant these days. Most of the time I push myself out the door, beginning with rigid steps that eventually turn into fluid ones but last night I felt that would never happen. So I just stayed inside. By the time 5 P.M. had rolled around I was immersed in my daughter’s school project (which is about Julia Child, swoon) and I was really enjoying myself. My son, who is crazy pants these days was being really good on his own and the occasional interruption he provided was a cute one. Then, when my husband arrived home I decided that I didn’t want to rush off for an hour. I wanted to make a nice dinner. I wanted to drink some wine. And I wanted to have a no pressure conversation, sitting at the table, without being sweaty and exhausted. I’m learning not to feel completely guilty about these choices as of lately because honestly, the last year, I have worked really hard. And if I’m not currently in love with running, I’m alright with that. It will come back around when the time is right. It will make sense when it should. In the mean time I will run when I want but not against my will. Running and I are in a lifelong partnership but right now, we need a trial separation, where perhaps we only meet up two times a week rather than four. Yes, I have a half marathon in like four weeks but I’m not worried about that either because I will either feel like it, or I won’t. The B.A.A. Medley half in Boston is the only one I really feel passion for, so that will be the one where I really push hard. I’m 29, nearing the big 3-0 and I really am getting accustomed to savoring my time. Meals at the Morrison household have felt too fleeting lately so last night, I really just ate slow and took it all in. It was wonderful and I will be doing it a lot more in the future. My kids won’t be young for too long and neither will my husband and I. In twenty years I don’t want us to have forgotten what it was like to love. I want our youth to be filled with moments where we just sit, relax and breathe each other in over a beautiful meal, that I created.
Linguini with Anchovies, Capers & Garlic
1 box of linguini (use the best quality you can find)
3 cups cherry tomatoes, cut in half
2 ounces of anchovies, diced fine
2-3 cloves of garlic, minced fine
1-2 teaspoons red pepper flakes (depending on how spicy you like things)
3 tablespoons capers
A dash of Pepper
Fresh parmesan cheese grated thick
Fresh Basil, ripped into small pieces
1. Get a pot ready to cook your linguini, making sure to salt your water well. Once water boils rapidly, toss in the linguini. Cook according to directions.
2. Place a HEARTY splash of olive oil in a large pan (the linguini will be placed in this pan so it has to fit everything well) and heat on medium-high heat.
3. Toss in your garlic and anchovies, allow to cook until garlic smells aromatic and anchovies just about dissolve.
4. Toss in capers, red pepper flakes and tomatoes, stir well, allow to cook until tomatoes start to break down just a little.
5. Drain and add linguini, toss in the pan with the sauce you have just created.
6. Taste, if it needs it add pepper, with the anchovies, no salt should be necessary.
7. Place in a bowl, garnish liberally with parmesan cheese and your torn basil.
8. Serve immediately with crusty Italian bread.