I have anxiously awaited these last few weeks where I have longed to pour my soul into a recipe, yet the desire was absent. Sometimes my passion for cooking is directly related to my eagerness to spread my love around through food; to create atmosphere and social outlets. Since we’ve distanced ourselves from such a steady flow of that because of our move, my creative outlet seems caught in a storm of busy.
(Mt. Rainier, Washington)
(stuffed family orchard apples roasted on an open fire)
We’ve been taking these last few weeks to pour ourselves into each daylight minute. Being in the northwest, it is commonplace that the sun sets around 4:30. By 6 pm that evening fatigue sets in and all ambitions are lost to the dusk and the cry of nighttime critters. Sitting ringside around a fire to keep the chill from your nape, is the only thing worthy of unspent energy while sipping on Adagio tea.
(Lake Cushman, Washington State)
Nothing is sweeter than the blessings of time for the wonderful company that we have been graced over this holiday season. When your soul aches for the companionship of family and friends, it is in every effort one minimizes time spent on chores and instead calculates promoting self indulging activities with others; be it kayaking bay side or simply preparing meals together while embracing table side conversation with utter delight that fills oneself with complacency. Each laugh noted; memories engrained.