Who could have ever imagined that when I was trying to find the perfect name for my blog nearly two years ago it would tie so perfectly well with the turn it is about to take.
Rassasy is an outdated word that means to satisfy a craving, which I just thought was the best name for a food blog. Am I right?ð. Concurrently, I rediscovered an unfulfilled part of myself, that I was and still am pursuing. What I found was actually me, but had been covered up and put away for awhile.
A monumental piece of this was that I had actually found my best friend. My soul sister. My person. I was always envious of movies, TV shows, books and real life when there were best friends. You know the ones I am talking about? I always dreamed of that connection, but didn’t find it until right before I turned 40. What’s so ironic is that she was in and out of my life for the 10 years prior; the only way to explain it is a work of God. We laugh when we remember (or don’t ð) all the connections, intertwinings (or is that intertwinnings?!)Â Â and what appear to be coincidences that were present. But, I don’t believe in coincidences, it was definitely the work of a higher power knowing that not only was my person out there, but she lived only 1.5 miles away!
Fast forward to a little more than two years later and near the eve of her moving 1291 miles away for a nine month teaching assignment in Alaska. How far away is 1291 miles? 22 hours by car, 5 days by bike or a mere 18 day walk. Because I am a much more of a “better to laugh than cry” type of person, I’m trying to make the best of it… although writing this is making me cry.
So, one of the ways we’re getting through it is looking at it like a pregnancy. She’ll only be gone for a pregnancy. And after one hilarious road trip we came up with actually documenting “our pregnancy” (cause why is she the only one that gets to be pregnant?ð) weekly based on the food each week of pregnancy represents. Which, now comes back to my blog. A nine month food pregnancy blog, with each recipe based on the food that corresponds to the size the “baby” is.
To satisfy a craving. Full circle.
Rassasy Me 