This morning I was in the kitchen cooking. Chad and Nicole come on Sundays, have a late lunch with us, then take Addie home. While I was cooking, Addie walked into the kitchen, saw me cooking, had a puzzled look on her face and said “Are my parents coming to get me today?” I said no. She looked even more puzzled and asked “Why are you cooking?” I told her . . I cook a lot, which might have been true before moving here. She said “I never saw you cook except on the days mommy and daddy are coming.” Ouch! I must do better.
Then, I almost lied but had to admit . . I’m cooking soup for tomorrow’s meal.
It’s Gina’s Italian Sausage Soup and I’m making it because I have several bags of fresh spinach from the Farmers’ Market. I also had Italian Sausage in the freezer. I didn’t have fresh zucchini but I had a jar of freeze dried from my garden in Texas and it will work just fine.
In my defense, I am cooking . . kinda . . for dinner today. Addie loves lasagna, as does Vince. I do not! I suppose it’s a bit selfish of me but both of them are happy with frozen lasagna so that’s what we’re having. I am making homemade rolls and will make a salad and fried eggplant.
I really do love to cook and I miss cooking but I don’t like cleaning up. The plantar fasciitis is some better – not totally gone and only better as long as I kep shoes on with inserts. The minute they come off, I’m limping and moaning again. By the time I cook, then clean up, I’m usually hurting, even with wearing the shoes and inserts so we’ve been going out too much. Plus, we end up going to town for something and that leads to something else, then the next thing you know, we’re in town and hungry. We’re going to do better. Not only do I miss cooking but I miss eating my own cooking.