I spent the majority of the day in the kitchen, with Little B playing cars at my feet and my busy hands working some culinary magic. Our background noise switched back and forth between an audio book (The Search by Nora Roberts), Pandora's Adele station, and Thomas the Train.
Chopping apples. Peeling carrots. Simmering broth. I had forgotten how therapeutic cooking can be, especially when there is no rush to it. And the end result wasn't too bad either.
|Chocolate Chip Almond Flour Cookies|
|Homemade Chicken Soup|
The perfect symphony of flavors that made my house smell amazing and provided for warm and full tummys all day long. And while the flavors felt very indulgent, they were also very healing. You just can't beat that.
After 30 minutes of rambunctious and unauthorized jumping in the crib, this little one finally took a nap. Then I was able to grab a few precious hours spent curled up under a blanket donning warm knit socks and with Licorice Peppermint tea by my side and a book in my lap - The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. I highly recommend it.
While I was reading, I kept feeling like someone was watching me. Turned around to see this guy staring me down while perched on the blinds at right about the height of a certain 2 year old.
Saturday was such a gift. A day full of clarity, calmness and cooking. I need more Saturdays like this.