It’s been said many times by numerous food bloggers (including myself) that inspiration is gathered for individual posts through life experiences. This inspiration is then conveniently turned into the subject of our posts; whether it may be a strawberry cream cake that reminds us of childhood birthdays, a hearty winter soup that allows us to become reminiscent of long-drawn winter days spent doing homework, or a fresh spring salad that allows us to celebrate a hopeful beginning to a new and much awaited season.
But as we know, that’s not always the case. Inspiration is not always reachable, no matter how much you gaze at the beautiful life around you seeking for it. There are times when it simply leaves you and you shouldn’t blame yourself for it.
Sometimes you are compelled to dig for it. Sometimes you are urged to dig deeply for it. But you soon realize that you’re better off not forcing such creative awakening to come to you, because you know that it’ll return strongly when you least expect it. It will come back solidly and forcefully and you will know exactly what to do with it, even if you are unsure of its origin.
This week, I waited discretely and patiently. The little bit of inspiration that struck me made me wrap my head around white wine sangria jelly shots. I can’t really say why my mind got stuck to this idea, but it did.
I do believe that inspiration came in one form or another from some unknown place. Was it the fresh strawberries sitting on my kitchen counter that drove me in this direction? Was it the nice time I had with Mark the night before while sipping on a few glasses of refreshing white wine on the rooftop?
It doesn’t really matter. I’m just thankful that it came.
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