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Kind of a weird post today.

And not just because this is one giant bowl of health you are looking at, but more because of that giant scar on the guy in the photo above.

You know how some people hate their scars and try to cover them or do their best to make sure they heel as pretty as possible? Well, I am not like that. Personally, I love scars. I think they tell a story, give you character and memories. Bad or good.

However, I am in no way a tattoo person. Actually I really do not like them, mostly because I have a fear of getting super old and having this faded + ugly thing on my skin that I totally regret. Not to mention that I am a person who goes through phases and every few weeks I get sick of something. For me that means a food or a bowl or a color, you get the point.

Scars are different. I promise that this post was not meant to be about scars, but as I was staring at that first photo it kind of got my thoughts turning, so here I am telling you all about why I love them.

If you have ever met any of my siblings than you know that they have scars on multiple parts of their body, some a lot more than others. Red and Asher are the exceptions. Brendan and Malachi (also known as Kai) take the lead. They are also the two toughest kids I will ever meet.

The arm in the above photo is actually not even a sibling, but more of an adopted one. BUT I was sort of with him when that he got this scar and all I have to say is that it was gross. It had to have hurt like hell and well… bones where showing. Not pretty.

With every scar there is a story. Like the one above my eyebrow that I got when I was baby or Kai’s scar the size of a large foot running across his hip and up his butt or Brendan’s scars on his knees, his face and… ok, just all over.

While most of the stories are really kind of scary they are still memories that separate you and make you, you. Not sure that makes any sense at all, but it’s the way I think and I personally love hearing about how people got their scars.

Also, since I am almost constantly around snowboarders that are training for things like the Olympics, I tend to see a lot of crazy scars.

Still though, my younger brother Kai has beat them all out. The whole, having to have his hip replaced at thirteen, kind of takes the cake every time. Hoping it stays that way since the scary stuff is NEVER fun to live through.

Oh and you should know, that while I can be daring, I have almost zero scars compared to my brothers. Most of the ones I do have are from the oven. It always wins.

Ok, that and I should probably use an oven mitt a little more, but I forget and I sort of have hands of steel now.

Ok, but let’s talk about pretty things now.

Like these bowls.

I am in love with these bowls.

Alright fine, obviously I am in love with the food in the bowls, but I know you guys know that by now.

This is everything I could want in a meal. It’s colorful, easy, quick, ridiculously healthy, a little spicy and I mean… there is pan-fried polenta going on. So good.

The BBQ sauce is heavy on the Cajun spices because lately I am really feeling those, but if you want to tone down the heat just a tad, reduce the spices a bit. If chickpeas are not your thing, shrimp would be so good, as would chicken. I gave the chicken version to everybody who does not eat beans, which is basically everyone but me. The ranch hummus adds the perfect bit of coolness to the bowls and the asparagus? Well, I am just really feeling springy these days. Like all I want is Spring. Spring colors, spring food, spring weather!

Bring it on… too bad it won’t actually be HERE for 3 more months.

So for now, and probably for a while, this is as close as I am going to get. But hey, I’ll take it.