Last night, while I was snoring away, my sweet husband did the dishes. I have learned over the years that I prefer this, his way of showing love, to all the diamonds and flowers in the world combined. This is his love language, and I seriously lucked out. So anyhow, I woke up this morning and my kitchen was spotless. Bestill my heart.
Our whole weekend was beautiful. Full. Sunny. Lots of outdoors. Kids running around, happily oblivious to their more basic needs (I speak of food). Until a kind parent (incidentally not their own) offered a nibble for on the go. There is a beauty to this rhythm. One I hope to preserve! Our scenic walks were pregnant with sounds of trickling water, rustling leaves, and the trit-trot of galloping children on their imaginary horses.
Lots of cooking. I don't know why since I'm not noted for weekend cooking unless we have company. In fact, I try not to spend chunks of time in the kitchen on the weekend. However, Saturday was a kitchen day. So was today. We made tons of food. Enough for at least a few days of eating. That's always fun. I like to cook in spurts. Makes life a little easier not having to cook meals every single day. Leftovers are fine by me.
Always, there's a little person popping through the kitchen to help. Stir a pot of something, pour a little something in, knead, saute, you name it. We made string beans with chunks of beef; fettucine in bechamel sauce with pieces of chicken peeping through (a perfect way to use up some leftover chicken...); baked chicken with potatoes and random veggies; kefta. You get the point. Lotsa food!
Last night we made banana oatmeal muffins. M stayed up until they were finished, and while I tucked him into bed he stated, "Mmm, they are smelling up the house!" I will post the recipe as soon as I write it down. (Gah, don't hold your breath!) They were delicious! Sent one to school with M. His request. D had some for breakfast. So did everyone else. :)
I can't believe it, but the leaves are actually changing already. Must be all this cooler weather. It sort of hits you like a brick wall: oh, fall is here!