Barefoot in the kitchen*
Feb. 13th, 2014 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceEvery now and then, m'wife feels obliged to pop her head around the door-frame and rejoice at finding me exactly conforming to the subject-line.
The nice thing about this is, so do I rejoice.
Even today, fresh back from stage two of a tricky four-door root canal: exploring appropriate combinations of wine and Vicodin as the anaesthetic wears off, I have abandoned plans to lie wanly on the sofa with Kathy Reichs and am busy cooking instead. Even though I do not propose to eat; even though m'wife has nobly volunteered to pedal down to Chef Yu's and fetch me home a couple of pints of hot & sour soup, which really is all and exactly what I want, nevertheless I have baked bread
and am making soup au pistou sans pistou and will roast a pan of Brussels sprouts with almonds, because that is what she wants. Fussing in the kitchen just comes naturally, it seems. (And fussing in the garden's not that different; I went out to fetch in the sun-dried bathmat and noticed that the sugar snap peas needed tying up, and while I was doing that I noticed some weeds starting to show, and once I'd seen to those - well, I would've been drawn off into doing something else, only that's when the timer crowed for the bread so I came in...)
*Note: not pregnant. Barely even hankering after a kitten. Hankering, yes: but barely.
The nice thing about this is, so do I rejoice.
Even today, fresh back from stage two of a tricky four-door root canal: exploring appropriate combinations of wine and Vicodin as the anaesthetic wears off, I have abandoned plans to lie wanly on the sofa with Kathy Reichs and am busy cooking instead. Even though I do not propose to eat; even though m'wife has nobly volunteered to pedal down to Chef Yu's and fetch me home a couple of pints of hot & sour soup, which really is all and exactly what I want, nevertheless I have baked bread
and am making soup au pistou sans pistou and will roast a pan of Brussels sprouts with almonds, because that is what she wants. Fussing in the kitchen just comes naturally, it seems. (And fussing in the garden's not that different; I went out to fetch in the sun-dried bathmat and noticed that the sugar snap peas needed tying up, and while I was doing that I noticed some weeds starting to show, and once I'd seen to those - well, I would've been drawn off into doing something else, only that's when the timer crowed for the bread so I came in...)
*Note: not pregnant. Barely even hankering after a kitten. Hankering, yes: but barely.