Like most everyone, once last year’s snow finally melted, we’ve been dining outdoors, at first moving tables to anywhere in the sun, then to seek some shade, and now moving tables again as we follow the shifting sun as it appears and disappears on the horizon so much more quickly. Husband has ordered outdoor heaters, they have yet to arrive, like most everyone we’re probably somewhere midway down on that long list to delivery (after every single restaurant in the world).
This evening I’m doing a Harvest Dinner in our barn, doors and windows wide open and small space heaters brought on board from the ski house. Soon I’ll roll out the dough for the French Apple Tart, start to proof the yeast for the bread, brown the chicken pieces for the Coq au Vin, and reheat and finesse the Butternut Squash Soup with Bacon and Crème Fraiche I started last night.
I’ve been cooking for my pod for almost eight months now, and I must say most times I absolutely love it. It helps to have a somewhat captive audience, where else can they really go, and I’m simply trying to make the best of these weird and strange (and sad but I try not to say that out loud too often) times.
Most times after cooking for the better part of the day I put on a dress, and all summer long my girls followed suit, we would dress for dinner. It’s nice to mark the transition from the work part of the day to the relaxing and community part of the day by cleaning up and changing clothes. Of course, there have been times when the blue jeans and splattered t-shirt just won’t come off yet when I make the effort, I’m always better for it.
So, here’s to dinner outdoors (grab your blanket!), for as long as we possibly can. Love and good cheer to all, every day dress.
you’re an inspiration! Family and friends are lucky to have you, and most especially at this time :
Oh, Laura, thank you. xoxo