And sort of on the same topic---as I was thinking of the weekend's dinners last night, I kept coming back to nursery food. Meals that make a person feel loved. So, on the way back from the service, I got makings for pigs in a blanket---which oddly enough, I've never made, but always have wanted to. Let's just say that it's not something I grew up eating, but have always liked the way it sounds. Cozy. That and boxed mac and cheese (which the least one thinks is fabulous) is what's for dinner. Easy and hot, requiring a minimum of thought. Perfect.
Now will tuck up and read. Nothing's pressing, and there's nowhere to go. Oldest son is still in Toronto, oldest daughter is going out with sweet Indian boyfriend in a bit, 2 boys are at work, Gary's at his shop and the rest of our brood are here. It's overcast and a perfect day for a nap, or simply to turn off my brain. Will do.
Oh, and tomorrow we celebrate Epiphany at church. Should be a sweet service---looking forward to it.
(photo apropos of nothing---just pretty patterns, and, yes, they are slightly off kilter)
