on a rainy dreary monday

Yesterday in the morning I entertained questions from a reporter in Waterloo, Ontario.
It is such a privilege to be able to speak on behalf of the girls and to be trusted with telling our story. .
time and time again.
I am amazed at how time can go slow as molasses when I'm visiting my hygienist. .
or quick as a wink during an interview.
Same sixty minutes. .
different focus.

After lunch. .
I ran down to get a few groceries.
I met a few lovely girls who took a moment to stop me in the aisle.
They left me with a smile on my face and encouragement in my heart.

After having a sudden hunger for Kotletten. .
I prepared them for dinner.
As I was between batches in the frying pan.  .
I brought a fresh hot sample to my beloved where he was in the minutes before dinner.
He smiled. ..
I smiled. . .
I made him happy.

I've been told now a few times that the cookbook is being worked through one recipe at a time.
I too and making some recipes that I haven't made in a long while.

Food . ..memories and smiles. .
all on a rainy Monday.

all for now. .