Late bloomers. We all known them and possibly have been one. Nothing wrong with that I say, as I consider myself to be in that classification.
The golden age of youth was good to me. I can see that in the many keepsake pictures that are tucked away and stored quietly. They are brought back into the light once in a while, (mainly when I am grudgingly cleaning out the basement for what seems like a quarterly ritual). and when dug out from the darkness, there is a flood of moments encased on film and forever in my heart.
Included in these memories are prime examples of a young fashionista that didn’t care about the current trends. Looking back now it seems like there was no rhyme nor reason to the coordination of clothing. All the pictures show a huge smile on my face so in the end that is all that matters. Satin shorts, turtleneck striped shirts, fake furry vests and a truck load of corduroy. I must mention, it was not all worn at the same time everyday.
The time between young kid and teenager (what we now call ‘tweens’ -yeah, still haven’t got used to that one yet) was fast and furious. The number of outfit changes in a day was immeasurable as every activity required a quick trip to select new clothes. It got to the point where I was required to help with laundry as the basket was primarily full within a matter of days. I still say it was a small price to pay in cultivating my creativeness.
I was a trend setter I tell you. Teenage years were filled with drama. Waist length hair was chopped to make way for a stylish at the time bob. Neon was my best friend and I didn’t care how hot it was outside I would be wearing 2 shirts to layer upon.
It was an awkward time. Dressing to impress and trying to follow the ‘in thing’. Whether or not it was really me was another question. Later answered in life as – ‘No. No it was definitely not me’.
The phases of life is what makes us. Without the trials and errors, ups and downs we would not be who we are today. I find myself being a little more eclectic . Not worried so much about the latest trend not looking right for me. Instead I am exclusive, selective, qualitative. If it doesn’t fit right I won’t buy it as I know I won’t wear it no matter how much of a deal it is. Clothes to me set the mood and should enhance your personality. Not outshine it but compliment it.
The same goes with these later bloomer garlic chive blossoms. On their own they are simple and innocent. Taking the next leap and experimenting more as they stew and simmer in the vinegar. Finally they are ready to shine and make their own mark. The essence of the blossoms mellows the vinegar’s acidity and it becomes something of beauty.
Combine the sprinklings of this vinaigrette with as splash of olive oil, a crackling of black pepper and a squeeze of lemon over a fresh salad and you have a show stopper.
Take comfort in being a late bloomer as we all find our way into being something of beauty.
Garlic Chive Blossom Vinegar
Get the most out of your fresh herbs with delightful garlic chive vinegar
- 1 cup white wine vinegar
- 5-8 garlic chive blossoms
- Thoroughly wash and trim the chive blossoms stems so you have only the head of the flower. Place in a small glass canning jam jar.
- In a small sauce pan heat the vinegar until warmed through but do not bring to boil. Remove from heat and pour over the garlic chive blossoms. Let cool to room temperature.
- Place lid on the jar and let steep for a couple of weeks before use.
Store in the refrigerator for up to 6 months.