Oddly enough it was one evening when my little brother was more than three hours late. I had anticipated spending the evening with him for weeks. I made a cross-ribbed roast with carrots, new potatoes, avocado salad with capers and garlic bread. It was one of his favorite meals.
I ended up having to turn the roast down to 200 degrees and wait it out. When Tony finally showed up, with no excuse for being late, I was absolutely sure the dinner would be completely ruined. But, it was the most tender and juicy roast any of us ever had. The gravy was incredible too!
I don’t know why that was a turning point for me, but it was. I began to try very hard to be flexible, to give up the rigidity that controlled my life.