It seems like forever since I’ve been able to make real food for my family!
I’m talking REAL food. Start-from-scratch, fresh veg, homemade broth from the freezer, simmers for hours, warms to you your toes. Real food.
Our kitchen back in the suburbs was packed up almost entirely about 10 days before our move. Sure, we left a few items out–a small skillet, saucepan, paper plates, silverware. We could get by, right?
Then at the new place, we’d be alright with just sandwich makings and a handful of take-and-bake pizzas from Costco, right?
Yikes. I was wrong on both accounts.
The moving crew didn’t eat much in the way of sandwiches. Or chips. Or soda (NOT a staple in our house, but somewhat expected for guests). So we had a bunch of that stuff left. For days on end! And the pizzas? Well, they did come in handy when we were short on prep time and all I could find in my kitchen was a pizza stone.
But last night, our little house was filled with the aromas of happiness: homemade veggie soup and biscuits.
OK, so that’s not exactly an exciting first real meal. But as we sat as a family in our tiny kitchen, musing over the past few weeks and dreaming about the future while watching the clouds roll in and the turkey vultures playing in the drafts, it was perfect.