Sunday, March 5, 2017
A Perfect Marriage
Sweet onions are diced and the organic carrots become small chunks plopped into a bubbly brew of split peas. The bay leaves float until I stir with my smooth wooden paddle that fits just right in my hand, a gift from my husband. It is Sunday. This day has become a new tradition to cook for the masses. Soup fills the biggest pot in the house with the intent of having some through the week, a portion is reserved for a friend who has not been well and the rest for supper with my eldest and his girl. He is baking the bread. This day becomes a perfect marriage of culinary delights and precious time with family and friends. We talk. We eat. And talk some more. Just perfect.