Cooking is such a pleasure.
It truly is a hobby for me and I guess that’s one of the reasons why I love to have a gang around. The more the better.
Sitting around the table is a good thing.
Tonight it was just us, two.
Winter is back and I trust it won’t be for long.
I needed something quick but tasty and as always, nutritious. warm, comfort food.
I decided upon the ever popular breaded chicken, carrots, salad and for the fry lovers among us (that would be myself and my husband) oven fried/roasted potatoes. We all know that the dressing is what makes a salad delicious.
And I can tell you I was awfully glad to see a couple of bags of cookie balls in the freezer which meant fresh warm cookies at the end of our meal.
Daily Archives: March 16, 2014
Arrived!
So, I am pretty good at anxiety! Some of you are nodding your heads!
I am now back in beeutifulll Ontariooo! Nice to go and nice to come back. I miss Nano and she misses me. Special times and memorable.
I arrived yesterday. Left Toronto two weeks ago with one carry on. Yes! When your uniform consists of black leggings and one of three shirts and one of four cardigans, it isn’t hard to travel “abroad” for two weeks with a small suitcase.
However, the journey home, with the addition of numerous meters of fabric (There was a sale and I couldn’t resist. For someone used to traveling with a roast of beef and frozen blueberries, a few meters of fabric is not much of a complication) and quite a number of freshly produced aprons, required a “good sturdy box”.
I could elaborate and tell the whole story, but I will say only this.
When I arrived at Lester B. Pearson airport and after standing for quite some time next to the fragile carousel, I discovered that only one of my pieces had arrived. (Not the box) Now, in this instance I must tell you it would have suited me better if the one that had arrived was actually the good sturdy box. I could have managed without the leggings and sweaters in the suitcase.
The contents of the missing box were much more precious. They represent two weeks of work and memories, three trips to the local fabric store and lots of fireside chats with Nano.
So you can, I am sure, understand my dismay at walking through the front door to my home with only one and not two articles of luggage.
Lots of phone calls, a number of emails and a few less hours of sleep than I would have liked and I am happy to report, it has arrived. The box! The aprons! The fabric!
I am relieved and thankful that God decided to answer my many prayers on behalf of the missing box and my already sparce and quickly fleeting sanity.
This time I got what I prayed for! Sometimes I don’t and it works out just fine too. As I prayed about this, less than life threatening issue, I thought about the possibility that I may not ever see the box again and would of course get over it and life would go on.
Such is life.
The good with the difficult.
The trials of this affluent society.
We don’t need most of what we ask for.
I know I certainly don’t.
Nevertheless, God watches and sometimes he says its okay. He decides to let us experience the good of getting something we don’t need but would so appreciate.
I am thankful tonight to be on the receiving end of this good gift.
The return of the missing box.