Two Great Recipes: Ceviche w Salmon, Avocado & Mango PLUS Mango Sorbet w Cayenne & Ginger by Jill Mant

This past weekend was reminiscent of what they call “June Gloom” in Los Angeles. The skies looked as if they would open at any moment, although they never did. And, as much as I love sunshine, I have to admit that sometimes it’s nice to have a weekend where the weather does not beckon one to come outside and play, where you can feel justified in doing nothing and staying in your pajamas until noon. This rarely happens in Denver where we regale in 320 days of sunshine each year.

I find that the older I get the more I need time alone. This is the time when I can hear myself thinking, and I get to discern which thoughts are true and valid and which ones just do not serve me. So much has changed in my life over the past three years. Much of it is wondrous and has been such a gift. Some of it has been a bit unsettling and has left me with some giant question marks floating around my head.

I don’t think that I am much different than anyone else in my desire for a road map and a crystal ball. I like to know where I am heading and in the real world-or it may be the virtual one-the GPS app on my iPhone has helped tremendously. But the truth is that right now I can’t really see where I am going; my entire life has become an exercise in faith. And over this past weekend The National Mango Board helped me to take a pause, enter “the zone” and hear my heart.

Key Lime Pie…Need I Say More?  by Margo Elfstrom

Mother’s Day was interesting.  After all, what do you get the Mom who has everything in triplicate?  Yes Mom, I’ve outed you, you are a bit of a hoarder.  I love you anyway!  After considering a potted plant because my mother complains that flowers are a waste of money, I realized that she has potted plants all over the place and would give me a lecture on buying one.  Here’s what she would say:  ”Why did you buy a potted plant?  I have lots of them, if you wanted one, I could have given you one and you could have given it back to me.  After all, it’s the thought that counts and I don’t want you spending the money.”  She was unhappy enough that I spent money on a Mother’s Day card (see the aforementioned quote).  Luckily, I made a positive choice and made her a pie…key lime to be exact.  I realize that after the pie is gone, she’ll wash out the pie pan and keep it until death do they part, so I have a plan to sneak back in and recycle it when she isn’t looking.  To quote a status on Facebook “It’s complicated”.