It’s been a lesson in adjustment since I returned to the states last week. We rushed to Thanksgiving with the family and have been swept up in a whirlwind to-do list ever since. I only just got to the grocery store this morning.
I went ahead and made these muffins so that we would at least have some breakfast for the rest of the week. These are quite obviously a good dessert recipe as well. I was kindly sent a copy of the Jazzy Vegetarian, Lively Vegan Cuisine That’s Easy and Delicious by Laura Theodore while I was traveling. Laura Theodore has a cooking show on public television though I don’t get it in my area.
We all strive for happiness, peace, and love no matter how misdirected our journeys can be. That’s why I came to the practice of yoga and meditation and that’s why everyday I try to find sanctuary in the present moment. And in those moments where peace cannot be found, I try and face whatever is there. It’s helpful in life to find those that are doing it right, those that find joy in this life they’ve been given. This I found in Amed.
The road that led outside of Ubud to the famous rice fields that majestically blanket the countryside was difficult to find. We meandered in and out of alleys before finally finding our way in the right direction. The single lane road was carved with spiritual messages which likely centered around Balinese Hinduism.
There’s a vibrational energy that surrounds life here in Ubud. It’s a culpable beating of the heart that is this spiritual Mecca and putting words to this reality is the plight of a writer. We arrived in Bali after nearly 35 hours of flying and not unexpectedly were greeted by a down pouring of rain, typical of this part of the year.
We got to the farmers’ market late on Saturday. I rushed into Marion Square and headed straight for Ellis, my favorite farmer from Wadmalaw Island, to see how far his morning bounty had depleted in my absence. The weather at the beach Saturday morning beckoned for all those considering crawling out of bed to stay put and await sunny skies. That’s just what we did. Even the puppies, Madison and Bella, refused to crawl from bed until well past 8 am.
Tomato bruschetta is almost exclusively aligned with the summer throughout much of the country, but in the South, especially near the coast, the weather is mild enough to welcome tasty tomatoes well into the fall. And one of my favorite fall varieties is the Sweet Gold, a vibrantly colored, yellow tomato.