I use to cook. A lot. I baked, from scratch, wonderful smelling and great tasting bread. I created home made jellies and jams. And canned vegies and homemade tomato sauce. I cooked out. Made meatloaf that was only surpassed by my meatballs and tomato sauce. Both of these had secret ingredients. I had dinner on the table for the family every night. Some meals were more from scratch, some meals were more from the box.
But dinner as a family is extremely important.
Than the kids grew up.
There was no one to sit at the dinner table.
So nightly dinners turned in to eating when I was hungry and what I was hungry for.
I haven’t ‘cooked’ in what feels like years. Well, it probably has been years. For real.
But tonight….tonight I cooked.
Okay I didn’t cook. I created. I made a chocolate mousse pie.
It entailed absolutely no cooking and was done in about six minutes.
But I made something and it felt good.
I hope it tasted good.
I enjoyed the six minutes of making something to eat. I think I miss cooking. O r maybe I miss the kids being little. Or taking care of them. Or both. Or all of it. Or something. I just know it felt good to do a wee little bit of something I use to do a lot of.
