Having just come back from a two week vacation I was amazed to see how spring had sprung in our absence. Magnolia trees, forsythia and daffodils are all blooming and the sharp edge of the cold has given way to soft rain and the smell of earth and blossoms.
It was a great trip but I am very happy to be home. I always enjoy the lack of domestic responsibilities for the first week or so but then I start to long for the kitchen. To be able to make something that is exactly what you feel like eating and not just the closest thing you can find on the menu. The meditative nature of slicing and stirring and seasoning and tasting as you go. Even the cleaning of the dishes and the wiping of the counters and especially the shopping for the ingredients, I miss it all. Continue reading
