I’m thankful for my friends. The true ones. The ones who stick with me no matter what. The ones who are honest, sometimes brutally so, but completely honest. The friends who aren’t afraid to look at you and say, “What do you think you’re doing?” Brutal honesty (spoken in love) makes me laugh, and I’ve had friends through the years who’ve loved me enough to call me out when I needed it most.
For many months I was struggling with the white balance in the food photography for this blog (white balance is basically making white look white – my whites continued to look yellow). I wrote my good friend Helen and pleaded, “Helen, I don’t know what to do! I’ve followed everything you’ve said to do and yet I can’t get the balance right. I think there’s something wrong with my camera.” Her reply, “Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with your camera. It’s you.”
I read the response, laughed and appreciated her honesty. Helen was right. It was me.
Karin and I have been friends for years. Both military wives who love to cook, we connected from the second we met. Last week I told her about my favorite book, The Best Recipe . When Karin said she didn’t own a copy, I told her she had to buy it and that the book makes the perfect wedding gift. Karin didn’t even hesitate before telling me, “Nah, I have a better gift for newlyweds.” We laughed. I loved the honesty.
We currently live on a military base, so the community out here is very close. Sometimes it gets a little too close for comfort, but we’ve learned to roll with it. Our little street has four houses and we have 10 children between us. For the last few Friday afternoons,…
