Yesterday I baked pumpkin bread for the first time this year. That might sound ridiculous, but it’s been quite a year.
I longed to smell the pungent pumpkin spice in the air, and yesterday I felt good enough to be in the kitchen. I took a standard recipe and nixed the recommended spices in favor of a pumpkin spice mix languishing in my spice drawer. (Ok, ok, I didn’t HAVE the recommended spices in the spice drawer.) As the bread baked, the smell that ensued was divine. Some people might be sick of pumpkin spice (on chips? no thanks), and it could be possible it’s overrated. But to me, the scent was a little puff of heavenly energy I had leftover at the end of the day.
Why not use it all?
The recipe only called for a cup of canned pumpkin. I was a little perturbed at it not using the entire can of pumpkin. I mean really?! Then I started thinking about that scant half cup of leftover canned puree, covered loosely with plastic wrap, occupying space in the top of my fridge. Isn’t life like that? We don’t always use everything up. Sometimes there are leftovers, some seem pointless, and they are messy. It takes guts and patience to figure out how to use things up in a positive way. Wasting it is… well, a waste. And looking on the dark negative side just isn’t the path to follow.
It’s been quite a year of leftovers.
This year has been a hard one on me, my family, and those I love around me. There are days when I feel used up, and there are leftovers I don’t quite know what to do with. Treatment leaves me fatigued and frustrated at times, the leftovers of medicine, and all I can do is rest. There’s an impatient part of me that wants to bust out and do allll the things. Bake, cook, boil and pickle all the things. But there are days I don’t have it in me, and I have to look at my tired body squarely and be honest. Rest is what’s needed, and the remainder of the day will figure itself out.
So I look at the can of pumpkin puree and think on it. It’s beautiful russet color sits there with lots of possibility. I just have to put my thinking cap on and figure out how to utilize it. I can still smell the spices in the air. Leftover spice in the air.
What do you do with the leftovers in life? How do you stay positive?