I'm torn between making soup and reading a book.
Not even a good book, really, a pot-boiler, but it sounds sort of decadent to curl up in a corner and get swept away for an hour or so to a place where children scream only when it furthers the plot and the weather is always a good indicator of what's coming up next.
It's grey and sodden today - a perfect day for soup: hot, nestled into blue and white bowls, small faces tipping down into the steam....hm. Chicken and white bean? Avgolemono?I would love to make reuben soup, but that's a crockpot recipe and I want it now.
Instead, I'll probably make chicken parmigiana and coax everyone into garlic bread-pasta carbohydrate-induced slumber.
Then, the livingroom, the lap blanket, the blessed silence....
will be mine.
13 comments:
Sounds blissful.
Yeah, I could totally go for that.
This sounds like a great plan!
Hope it worked.
At least you cooked for your family. I bludgeoned mine into a stupor with takeaway chips!
I took a nap on Saturday as well. Mine was interrupted by the clock striking on the wall - it was 5 pm.
Happy Mother's Day my friend!
uuummmm, soup. One the world's best inventions! (Happy Mother's Day!)
ah...the blessed silence. I can only dream.
hope you had a silent and carbohydrate enriched mothers day! xx
Mmmm, soup and books, what could be better?
but but but...WHAT were you reading?
I must get out the soup recipes again! It is cold enough, goodness knows.
What I wouldn't give for a little book time, aside from the few minutes before I fall asleep at nite, and then I can't even remember what I read!
"where children scream only when it furthers the plot"
Oh, HOW I WISH!
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