Darkness-less-ness, and Dinner

I’m not a fan of Winter, as you know. But I have to say I’ve enjoyed the lovely, cool, calm, frosty mornings that we’ve had in the past few days. It’s not much fun having to de-ice the car shortly after getting up in the dark, but once the Sun is out everything looks sparkly and beautiful, and I don’t mind it being cold as long as it’s not wet or windy. Which it hasn’t been, so it’s good. I’m really noticing the difference late in the afternoon, too. Daylight is definitely clinging on for a few extra seconds each day and I can see it won’t be too long before I’m able to see across the fields while driving home! There’s a thought to warm the cockles of your heart and banish the naughty SADness from your psyche.

I’ve been cooking a lot more again recently. Philippa had taken over a bit in the past few months, especially since finishing work, because her taste buds did a lot of strange things during her pregnancy and she wanted to be able to eat what she fancied, rather than whatever ill-thought-out, thrown-together plate of assorted weirdness that I might place in front of her if I was in charge of the kitchen. Now though, with settled stomach and with overnight-breastfeeding-induced tiredness, she’s been happy to take a back seat and let me run amok with ingredients. I’m enjoying it. It’s nice to dip back into The Unpublished Collection Of Rory’s Recipes and brush up on my culinary skills whilst also getting the buzz of providing for my family.

I reckon that’ll last another week before I start resenting the fact that I have to come in from work and then tie myself to the cooker for an hour, so enjoy it while you’ve got it, kin.

RC 21-1-19