Most people I know had a four day weekend, but not K and I. What we did have however was a weekend full of food and friends like any Thanksgiving should be. I realized how much I love food and cooking when I was in front of the stove at 1:30 PM Thursday afternoon whipping up food for company of three. I baked, cooked, stirred, chopped, diced and pretty much spun around the kitchen in a day that could only be called happy. Irrespective of the quality of food that turned up at the table, what struck me was the happiness I associate with immersing my hands in a bowl full of dough or the sight of mounds of colorful veggies.
The music was on, K by my side and the aroma of baking all around the house. As the day paled to give way to night, the house took a warm glow from the lights and from us. Chatting easily, plates laden with food, it reminded me why I treasure family over all else. For once I was not compelled to capture memories in a camera.
How was your weekend?