peanut butter balls

Pick me up post: 4 O'Clock Peanut Butter Balls

I'm really overwhelmed with the outpouring of support and dialogue following my last post and want to say thank you to my readers.  It means a great deal to me and I feel full with love from friends and even strangers from near and far.  It's important to me to be able to use this blog as an avenue for exploring more difficult issues -- but I also want to be a source of lightness, and occasional inspiration.  Because life is so very much both.  So bear with me as I figure out the right balance.

Today- I swing to the opposite side of the spectrum, and talk about balls, and in under 500 words.  Edible, quick balls.  With nothing in them from my garden.  I could tell you about the armful of bok choy I harvested this morning and how it'll be stir fried tonight with local Coffelt's ground lamb and my first clippings of basil in a staple sauce of fresh ginger, garlic, sweet thai chile sauce, shoyu, and a dash of fish sauce (a glorious combination taught to me by dearest friend Mandy our first year of college... she couldn't make mac'n'cheese but she could rock a stir fry).  But then I'd have to wrap that into a story about college longings (and Mandy attempting that mac'n'cheese naked) and how many years I spent desperately trying NOT to get pregnant.  Moving on to edible balls, with nothing in them from my garden.