The Melbourne heatwave, the vagaries of adjusting to the Batsman being at primary school (I miss him so) and an unexpected emergency ride in an ambulance for the Captain (he is fine now), have left me feeling wrung out physically and emotionally.
On a long weekend with three hot days stretching out in front of me, I couldn’t really work out what to do that would make me feel better. Lunch with a dear friend on Saturday helped and a Sunday evening out with the boys to eat gelati was fun too. But by Monday, the peace felt elusive again.
The Captain picked all the last of our summer produce in the cool of the morning, packed up the kids and headed for the pool. Just me and the humming airconditioner remaining behind.
I began to chop the remainder of our summer tomato crop, a plan of a sauce unfolding. The sauce worked its way into a couple of other dishes and before I knew it I had chopped and simmered and seasoned my way to tomato sauce, some braised chicken, some Bolognese, vanilla egg custard for the boys and a big batch of passionfruit cordial.
And I felt peaceful. Cooking in my kitchen really and truly brings me peace. It’s just that in the flurry of life, I forget sometimes.
Oh Suz, we must catch up, I'm feeling the same at the moment - wrung out! Maybe its that finishing of the first term, but I have felt it for some time!
ReplyDeleteI have sought solace too in baking and baking - even in this ridiculous heat (and no air con!) it brings me peace!
Hope you have a better week.. remember there is only another 2 weeks to go, until we have our babies home from school!
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This is why there was soup and ginger pear pudding in my kitchen yesterday. There is peace in the stirring, the mixing, the making.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to remember in the flurry, but it is worth it. x
I can understand this peace. I am not a big gardener, but at times like this I find the repetitive pulling of weeds, clipping of roses and digging in dirt does wonders for me.
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