The entire month of October is a blur of work. There was that trip to Sonoma (which I'll tell you about soon, but I need to save something for the next TWENTY EIGHT days of blogging). But really, other than that, I was working almost every waking minute. I was not the best version of myself. At all.
But deadlines have been met, and I'm back at life. I'm determined to make the time and space for the things I love.
So, first things first: I'm cooking again. No more eating on the run. No more desperate dinners out, because we are just too tired and too hungry to cook for ourselves. No more empty kitchen cupboards.
I'm cooking like my life depends on it. Because I love it. I really really do. I love the planning. And the preparation. And the careful methodology of chopping, slicing, boiling and spicing. I like the rhythm of cooking and the orchestration of it. For me, it's creativity.
I like a house that smells like something good is in the oven. It's comforting. It makes me feel like I'm taking care of my life and my home and my family. It is such a relief - to have my priorities straight again - and we have the dinner to prove it.
Tonight: chicken with goat cheese + mashed potatoes + sauteed broccolini + apple-pear crumble + a syrah from Sonoma.
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I'm a lucky man
Smells great from this side of the Atlantic!
I read something a few days ago about work addiction (you know, "workaholic"). It said the difference between workaholics and those who at times are asked to work for spells really really hard is that those who are not workaholics know its not right. By this test at least you know you are not a workaholic Anna.
(And despite what those who know me may think, I'm not either though the temptation is very real for me.) Welcome back to Life. I'm sure Ben will eat better (you, too!)
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