Juicy strawberries and soft mozzarella. Herby pesto, with pine nuts and cashews. Simple food that fills our bellies on a hot summer night, crickets singing a love song, white wine in hand.
Life doesn’t always look like that, but tonight it does.
Brian and I took off on a whim this week, and rented a small cottage in the middle of Minnesota bluff country. To work and play, to cook, to let our minds wander, and continue to dream about our plans to someday make such a place our home.
Every day, I’m thankful we’ve taken the chance to live in a non-linear fashion. It wouldn’t work for a lot of people, but it does for us. There has to be a lot of give and take, understanding, open conversations, and disagreements.
We’ve started drawing up plans, and are looking at different areas that would fit our style. Not completely remote, because this girl needs to be within a half hour of a good grocery store, and he needs to have a local watering hole to chum up conversation over a cold beer. I want cats, chickens, and goats, plus a garden — he wants a work shed and tools. Small and minimalist, yet functional and modern, with a dusting of vintage. And ideally a tiny guest house sitting next to ours, so we can share our place with other people, like you.
I don’t know if it will take us five years or ten, but as the vision comes together, I’m starting to picture what life would look like. Part of this recent push to get things moving comes from feeling so inundated every day with stimulation overload. I often wonder what it was like long ago, when there wasn’t constant “checking in” on social media, to not have pinterest as your answer for how to do everything, or have anything delivered to your door thanks to Amazon.
What was it like to have days comprised of just thought and reading, or trying things that were completely foreign, but you needed to solve a problem? Or walking scones to the neighbors, and sitting and talking for hours instead of minutes about things bigger than you?
Certainly I’m grateful for the very advanced world we live in today, but I think the resurgence of “vintage lifestyle”, goes deeper than it being “the cool” thing”. We crave a simpler life built more off of experiences and people, but actually embracing both instead of trying to capture the moment for social media.
It’s days like today where I find myself feeling most fulfilled. I didn’t do much, but at the same time I did everything. I cleaned and tidied, took a hike, made three meals including this Pesto Strawberry Caprese Salad, worked (which yes – did include answering emails), fed the animals, and we talked without distraction.
I want that, more than every so often. But I also know you can’t just want and wish. It will cost money, it will involve hard work, and it will take time. And it will take him and I, hand in hand, to make the life we want.
Now about this caprese…….. Before strawberry season passes, you must make this simple beauty of a salad. I’ll admit, our local coop makes an amazing pesto with cashews and pine nuts that I can’t quite recreate at home so I use it as our house pesto. Go ahead and use your favorite too!
Take that semi-homemade theme and run with it. There are only three ingredients this tomato-less caprese: sweet and juicy California Giant Strawberries, fresh mozzarella, and that herbalicious coating. The combination is stellar, and perfect for sharing at an outdoor barbecue, pool party, or your own cabin getaway.
If you make this strawberry caprese salad, be sure to tag me on instagram with hashtag #heartbeetkitchen or @heartbeetkitchen!
- 2 cups sliced strawberries
- 5 ounces fresh mozzarella bocconcini, cut into slices
- 1/2 cup pesto (homemade or store-bought)
- salt & olive oil
- Put strawberries and mozzarella in a bowl, sprinkle with 1/4 teaspoon salt.
- Add pesto, and gently stir to coat, using hands if needed.
- Pour onto a plate, and drizzle with olive oil to serve.