Something for the Soul
It has been colder in the last couple of days. Spring is coming, but the start feels slower this year. I am not in any way, shape, or form complaining. You know me, I live for the Winter months. But they do come with those longings, for warmth, comfort, and closeness. That was the thought behind last night’s supper. It was just the two of us. So the need to get complicated was not there. Our youngest was year the week before with his new girlfriend and I spent the majority of our dinner together in the kitchen. It was nice, Melissa came and helped me toward the middle and we got along wonderfully. But, last night we enjoyed roasted potatoes. My husband loves them when they acquire that skin along with a big helping of cottage cheese. He loves his meatloaf that was as well. I used to make meatloaf every week when we were both working and the kids were young, it is superbly versatile, always tasty, and a snap to make. So there we were sitting at the table and it just brought back a lot of memories. We finished around seven and stat there for another hour or so talking before he helped me tackle the dishes. After that we went to the living room and watch some TV before going to be early. It was such an unexpected success, something so simple, something so soothing for the soul. This afternoon my husband made the rest into a sandwich with a side of BBQ chips. Afterwards he asked me when we were having another portion. Who knows. Maybe sooner than expected.