The last couple of days have been just beautiful; it as is if the universe knew that September had arrived and some kind of magical weather switch was flipped. The windows have been open, the mornings are actually chilly and we have been back to spending hours outside, meeting new playground friends and revisiting parks that were all but deserted in the height of the summer heat.
As a reward for a long walk to the park yesterday, this mama settled into a chair out back with a book I had been meaning to read more of for quite a while; leaving the little ones to entertain themselves. I have greatly enjoyed reading Molly Wizenberg's, A Homemade Life: stories and recipes from my kitchen table. As much as I love the recipes {and can't wait to try a few}, I really love all of the wonderfully written stories and how it is all incorporated into this one lovely book. Although I wish I could report that I devoured the entire book, all things cannot remain peaceful forever when there are kiddos playing outdoors. When the tears arrived, I suppose that I was so moved by my reading, that I immediately suggested that we head into the kitchen to whip up a snack.
Like Molly, we spend much of our days preparing food, eating and spending time in the kitchen in general. Sometimes what we create is resteraunt quality, while other times, it may be nothing special, but still seems like it is the best thing we have ever eaten! When I think about recipes, even some of the ones I have shared on this blogg, I often think of some memory that is associated with the meal. Even if the memory is just the act of us all being together preparing a meal, that does it too. There is so much more to a meal than what the food being prepared is, I suppose...
So this afternoon, the cure for our moment of friction was instant chocolate pudding. I know that this is neither complex nor glamorous, however, I knew when the tears subsided, the little ones would want to be back outside. This task of whisking cold milk into chocolate powder was enough of a diversion to get everyone smiling again. I'm looking foward to a few more peaceful moments to read through the rest of Molly's book. I am thankful for being reminded of the wonderful memories that are created at home in these little moments. As I look down at my hands that bare the remains of chocolate pudding {even after having been washed off}, I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to be home with my kiddos to help make these memories happen.
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