Potatoes for Sunday's pot roast
I know everyone is in back-to-school mode. I know. But for the first time since I was a wee babe, I'm not going back to school. And yesterday before church, Chris and I woke up early and walked barefoot into the kitchen to get a pot roast ready for lunch. He cut up the onions while I stood at the sink peeling carrots, and I felt the lightness of summer as I looked out our window into the quiet morning.
Since May I have been daydreaming about that idyllic summer of youth. Where, if you want to, you can read all the Sherlock Holmes stories. You could camp every weekend. Or pick raspberries with your family and make jam every single night. The world is filled with wonder and old friends. Courtesy of the California Bar Examination, my summer 2013 resembled “summer” in no way, but now I’m going to take my Librarian White skin into the sunlight, and cram an entire summer into the month of August.
I’m most excited about finally having the luxury of spending quality time to gather together the people and ingredients and places that I love. It’s finally time to invite our friends over for dinner, have movie marathons, and take a kayak down the river.
It’s time to make the most of being together again.