At the end of my long run on Saturday, I crossed paths with a fisherman. This gentleman was wearing his fishing vest, bucket hat adorned with artistically engineered flies, and of course, his trusty pole was in his hand. Oh, I forgot to mention, there was no water in sight. This fellow was barefoot in the park casting into the sprawling expanse of manicured lawn. Despite my disheveled sweaty state, I began to formulate creative banter that I might engage in with this dry fly fisher. The first quip to cross my mind was, “Are they biting?” This struck me as perhaps too obvious a question, so I reconsidered. Perhaps, I could ask him if he felt like a fish out of water, but no too cliché. Finally the thought, “Dang, I didn’t know the drought was that bad!” crossed my mind but didn’t quite escape my lips. It was then I realized as fun as it might be for me to comment on this guy’s strange choice and space for recreation, it was not necessary for me to comment. Though my intent would be playful, it might be perceived as a criticism of his choice. This man was doing something he enjoyed and though he could not be in the traditional place for that activity, he had found a way, to be outdoors, to be moving in meditation or practice of the sport he enjoyed. Also he seemed unconcerned with doing something that was somewhat unconventional and unique in public. Truth be told aside from being tickled by seeing this interesting activity unfold, I admired him. My words could stay in my head, so he could enjoy his land fishing in peace.
Perhaps inspired by the casting about I had observed on Saturday morning, I spent the long weekend searching for something. A long stroll to the farmer’s market and back on Sunday, was pleasantly laced with whispers of Autumn. The cooler air we enjoyed this weekend foreshadowed the fall season, perhaps that is what I was seeking. Labor day, an extra day off, began with a hike on Mt. Baldy Trail. Though the hills were buzzing with weekend warriors enjoying their free time, this lesser known trail offered solitude and reflection. Maybe my desire was to find a place in nature to be alone and thoughtful.To be honest, I am not sure what I was hoping to find this weekend, but along the way, I found movement, nature, quiet times, naps, and good food. Who can ask more than that?
Speaking of good food, one of the recipes I’ve been playing with in the last few weeks is a gluten free veggie friendly pizza recipe. Here is my most recent take on this meal with options for toppings according to your mood and taste.
Zucchini Pizza Crust
3 cups grated zucchini (squeeze out excess liquid)
2 grated garlic cloves
1 egg (beaten)
1/3 cup almond meal
¼ cup coconut flour
1 cup grated mozzarella
(Mix all of this together well)
Bake at 450 for 15-20 min pressed into a pizza plate or cookie tray greased with olive oil or sprayed with coconut oil.
Possible toppings: burrata, shitake mushrooms, other veggies, homemade pesto, fresh tomatoes or tomato sauce, shaved pecorino, spinach, artichoke hearts, olives, pine nuts, what-have-you!