Regrets. Whether we like to admit it or not, we all have them. Some of us (me) have more than others. They are the what ifs of life. The torturous thoughts that taunt us as we contemplate what may have happened, may have been different, may have changed had we just done one teeny tiny thing differently.
They keep us awake at night, invade our dreams, and sometimes make us cry. They drive us crazy, making our minds spin as we run different scenarios trying to come up with different outcomes.
Perhaps the worst part of regret is that until we invent that time machine, there is literally nothing we can do about our past mistakes. No matter how much we think about them, how many times we go over what we did and could have done instead, no matter how hard we wish we could make another choice, we can’t. It’s as simple as that, we can’t change the past.
And sometimes that is a very hard pill to swallow. Last week was one of ups and downs for me. I had a wonderful dinner out with friends (more about that on Fashion Friday) and went shopping with Mom. But in the midst of these wonderful things, one of which ranks in one of the best nights of my life, I have two terrible regrets.
The first is losing my evil eye ear cuff at dinner. Yes, it was probably bound to be lost or break sooner or later. A tiny, dainty gold cuff bent in and out of shape to fit around my ear, but I can’t stop going over the ways I went wrong with it that night. I shouldn’t have worn it. I should have put it on better. I should have noticed it hanging in my hair. I should have looked at the pictures of me better. Mom should have noticed it. I should have looked for it sooner. On and on and on.
More than missing it terribly and feeling horrible that I lost it, there is nothing I can do.
The other is a favorite dress. The prettiest dress I’ve ever owned or probably could imagine owning. It had a torn seam, so I took it to be repaired, but somehow they pressed on it too hard and caused some of the structure of the dress to mar the fabric. This wasn’t really my fault. There’s not much I could have done differently, but I’m still sad. I’m still trying to think of ways to fix it.
And these are just my regrets from the past week … imagine in we started tackling the past years :0
One thing I don’t regret is making this Triple Berry Crisp. It’s vegan, gluten free, and oh so delicious. The peak of the season berries are juicy and sweet while that crisp topping is just irresistible. Plus, this crisp is just as good cold from the refrigerator as it is hot from the oven.
Triple Berry Crisp is a comforting summer dessert or a fun breakfast. Either way, add some ice cream, you won’t regret it!
2 cups strawberries, hulled and quartered
2 cups blueberries
2 cups blackberries
2 tablespoons cornstarch
½ cup granulated sugar
1 cup old fashioned rolled oats (gluten free, if necessary)
¾ cup oat flour (gluten free, if necessary
½ teaspoon kosher salt
¾ cup packed light brown sugar
¼ cup granulated sugar
¾ cup pecans
7 tablespoons olive oil
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
Make the filling. In an 8 inch square pan, stir together berries, cornstarch, and sugar.
Make the topping. In a large bowl, stir together oats, oat flour, salt, sugars, and pecans until combined. Add the oil and stir until clumps form.
Pour the topping over the berries in the pan. Smooth into an even layer. Place pan on a baking sheet in case the crisp bubbles over.
Bake for 40-50 minutes until golden brown on top and juices are bubbling. Serve immediately or store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 3 days. Crisp may also be frozen in airtight containers for up to 3 months. Thaw in the microwave in 30 second increments until warm.