Addiction Recovery Story #25, Pussy Willow: Go Ahead, Take the Cake

Layer, Bundt, crumb, Costco sheet, upside-down, funnel, angel, pricey restaurant slice— I’ll pass. I’ve had my fill. I was a different woman on vacation this week. Here is #25 in the flower-titled sugar/overeating addiction series I started 1/31/21.

Behold The Blue Pig Tavern, one of my favorite restaurants, as much for the crackling fire as for the Caesar salad and ingredients sourced from Beach Plum Farm. This week, the salad featured dried strawberries; the gift shop sells tall jars of farm jam.

I’m changing on this recovery journey, begun in earnest last summer.

Dan and I got away this week for four days/three nights. We stayed at a small hotel from Monday to Thursday in Cape May, the historic seaside town at the Southern tip of our state. (We are both double vaccinated; the hotel has careful Covid cleaning practices; and masks were required in all common areas, from front desk to hallways. Excellent bonus: Limited special, buy two nights, get third night free.)

We had hoped to drive somewhere for our 30th wedding anniversary — February 17 — but in the melting swirl of things, that didn’t happen. (Also: Airbnb rates at the Jersey Shore were high for Valentine’s Day Weekend, at least at the booking I had my eye on.)

You, who are on the road,
Must have a code
That you can live by.
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye.