Today is a rainy day. We woke up to the sound of thunder, and the dark and comforting cloudy skies. I thought about my blog, and wondered why it had been so long since I had posted anything. The truth is, I haven’t been cooking many new recipes, or taking many photographs. I’ve been living.
The past couple of weeks have been filled with so much more than just food. There have been quiet meals at home, and outings to our favorite pizza place. We’ve taken bike rides through the neighborhood, and walks to Whole Foods. I’ve been a part-time seamstress, sewing drapery linings, adding edging to oriental rugs, and mending duvet covers at the bed and breakfast. I have been crafting away at home, making birthday cards and wallets, decoupaging journal pages, and creating necklaces out of ribbons. I have watched Shaun of the Dead, The Big Lebowski, and numerous episodes of the West Wing. I’ve cheered on Mario Batali on Iron Chef America, and Andre Agassi in the U.S. Open.
I have spent hours sitting on my bed, thinking about life and the loss of it, of hurricanes and government. I have fallen in love with M.F.K. Fisher, and am excited to read my newest Gastronomica, which is all about everyone’s heroine, Julia Child. I have eaten warm blueberry pie with vanilla bean ice cream to celebrate my husband’s birthday, and have spent time with my closest friends. I have attempted to learn HTML, and have half-succeeded at changing my sister’s blog template. My current soundtrack includes songs from Billie Holliday and Jack Johnson, Etta James and Nicola Conte.
But today, we go grocery shopping. And I’ve missed my blog friends. So I’m back.