“So, when you get to Florida, are you going to hire a charter fishing boat for a day?” says the random over-talker in the aisle seat that I’m shoved next to on the plane. ’Hire’ a boat? Oh my dear sir, you have no idea how spoiled I am. And believe you me, I KNOW how spoiled I am.
I have a very small family. No really. I have one brother, one grandma, one Aunt and Uncle, and 2 cousins. One of my cousins is married to an amazing woman and they have two little girls who melt my heart. That’s about it. I don’t just love them all so dearly because there’s so few of them, I love them so much because they’re awesome. If I had to pick family, I’d pick them.
I lost my mom 2 and a half years ago, but what I gained is a much closer relationship with my small Florida family. My Aunt has stepped into the motherly freaking out if I don’t check in for a few days role, which I love more than I should at almost 33 years-old. We visit them about once a year, and I think we haven’t worn out our welcome yet. I think. I hope.
Our trips out there are exhausting! I kind of suspect these weekends are the norm for Florida folks. A day of fishing with fresh fish sandwiches on land after, boating to dinner, visiting theme parks, boating to an island for a day of sunning and drinking, fish fry, playing with the kids, more boating, eating homemade food, walking on the beach.. By the end of a trip out there, we’re tan, over-full of seafood, beer-logged, happy, and exhausted.
(Awkward food transition) Since my mom died, I’m not only more cry-y at every damn little thing (we have a strict rule in our house against any commercials with dogs in them), I also crave comfort food more. There’s just something about some kinds of food that make you feel better. Shepherd’s pie is one comfort food I love, but most traditional shepherd’s pie is kind of bland unless you load it up with cheese and broil the crap out of it. So instead of doing that last week, I found a fancy, flavorful shepherd’s pie that’s on our do-over list for sure.
Am I starting to sound cocky if I say this was another 5 out of 5 full glasses of wine? So either 1) I’m a really freaking good cook, 2) I have really low standards, or 3) I drink too much before I eat (I lurve you man! *drool*). Either way.. I promise, this recipe doesn’t suck. Kind of a nice welcome-home meal after being spoiled for a few days in Florida. Doesn’t make me miss them any less…
Clickable recipe below.