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November 30, 2007
an evening of smells, tastes, snuggles, and toasts ... because we can
I'm sitting at our table, typing on the beautiful laptop my husband gave me, listening to him play his guitar while I sip champagne (Dom = <3), watch the doxies sleep all curled up into a tri-colored ball in their bed, and occasionally get up to check on my dinner. I'm making cooking pasta in white wine (pinot grigio, if you care), chicken broth, and a bit of turkey drippings. It smells HEAVENLY. When the pasta is cooked, I'm going to mix it with some Gouda, and there you have it. This evening is the epitomy of contentment. I'm not deliriously happy, all giddy and giggly, but every fiber of my being is content right now. I'm in my nice, warm, pretty house with my husband and my wiener babies. I have a glass of my favorite champagne to go with my simple, but tasty, dinner, and nothing that I have to be doing. Sure, I could catch up on the mountain of laundry or clean a bathroom or two, but I don't have to if I don't want to, and what I want to do right now is exactly what I am doing. Sitting, listening, watching, and sniffing.
Posted by oracle at November 30, 2007 6:55 PM in the fourth year