Dreams propel me forward. . . and s l o w me down because quality matters to me. When I run, I will not settle for a treadmill or an indoor track, unless it is snowing. When I run, I want the wind tossing my ponytail and the trees casting shadows on me. When I cook, I will not settle for frozen dinners and canned vegetables. When I cook, I want sauce staining my hands and flour coating my sleeves. Easy and fast just won’t cut it.

I am running outside.

last summer when I made dessert for the Farmer family