Reprieve

I successfully transferred my 4 year old from her car seat nap to her bedroom. A quick protest about how one sock was not quite on her foot right and shame on me for putting on her blanket, to slowly turning over and falling right back to sleep. My 13 month old I snuggled down with, nursed him and he soon lulled into a deep sleep as well. I carefully transferred him to our bed… and slowly crept out of the room. Cracking the door behind. Ahh.. a moment to myself. Quiet all around. I can hear both of my babies breathing heavy as the sleep heals their bodies from a busy morning.

Satisfied, I tiptoe out of the hallway and get to work prepping dinner. I pour a glass of Dry Farms wine to enjoy while I brown chicken on the cook top. Coconut thyme braised chicken with slow cooked rice. That’s what’s on the menu for tonight. I begin to hum to myself. Thankful for the silent reprieve as I work. Sipping my wine, I prepare the thyme stems and mince the garlic. Inhaling their pungent aromas. Suddenly realizing I’m becoming ravenous with every chop. It is such a joy to be surrounded by beautiful food. I delight on feeding my family well. And besides my slight romanticism of times gone by, I’m continually grateful to hand select on a whim what type of cuisine we will partake.

Regardless of “gender roles”, I’d gladly get in the kitchen and stay in it if it meant that I could sip deliciously crafted wine, hum sweet tunes and be swept away by the smells created within.

I pop the Dutch oven pot into the oven, grab my glass of wine and take a seat….

“Maaaaaa ma!” Well that was nice while it lasted. ;)