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.
2 comments:
I was hoping for marriage advice...yet I feel there are some jewels tucked within your slice today. The soup looks super; the prospect of sharing it, delightful; a day doing what you love with special people, priceless. Your descriptive details helped me feel a part of your day.
Now to get to your dinner table... :)
Food always brings everyone together. It is such a lovely thing.
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