YUMMY! And pretty:) I want one…it’s too early, right? LOL
Cut off and discard leaves from rhubarb, then thinly slice. They should measure about 4 cups (1 L). Place in a food processor with sugar. Whirl until puréed. Place rhubarb mixture in a sieve, and press juice through. Discard pulp. Juice should measure about 1 cup (250 mL). Refrigerate at least 1 hour or overnight. Pour in prosecco just before serving.
Did you ever wonder about the midlife crisis…in men? And women too. Women go through their own type of midlife crisis…usually diagnosed as a breakdown, depression, or some undiagnosed mental issue that fits the current trendy disorder.
I don’t believe it’s such a great mystery, nor do I think people are just trying to recapture their youth. And I certainly don’t think it’s such a great crisis…
What they are really doing is rediscovering themselves, their true selves.
Living against their natures in all the various roles they fell into…husband, father, provider, nurturer, chief cook and bottle washer…you get the drift.
Case in point.
As a child, all behaviour that created waves where waves were unwanted, anything considered mis-behaviour, uncivilized for any particular era or just didn’t fit in what was acceptable at that moment was strongly discouraged in any way the parent could find. The reprimands were repeated, over and over again. Lessons taught. Lessons learned.
The one that says who you are is not good enough. The lesson that your true self is not acceptable.
So. We buckle down. Conform to the best of our abilities. And live a life that is contrary to our deepest needs and desires. We bore ourselves to death.
Repressing yourself only lasts for so long. Then all hell breaks loose.
Men buy fast cars, change the way they dress and start “dogging”.
Women usually wait til the divorce is over and find themselves “footloose and fancy free”. They start making themselves “pretty”, going out on dates again then finding themselves again. Society calls them cougars.
They “wild” ways sets them on the path back to who they really are.
And I say “What’s wrong with that?”