I love Sunday. It’s my favorite day of the week.
Sunday is the day we’ve chosen for Supper Club.
When I was regularly attending services, Sunday was the day I went to lunch with people I loved.
Since my attendance has been sporadic as of late (i.e., the last year or so), Sunday has been baking day.
Sunday is usually a good writing day.
On Sundays, I feel un-rushed, inspired, at peace, at home (even when, technically, I’m not).
This Sunday, I went to Kincaid’s with Margarett, Micah, and Raven. It had been a long time since I’ve been there. I forgot how good those hamburgers are. There might have been moaning.
Then we went to the Fort Worth Friends of the Library Book Sale. It was $15-a-box day. This has nothing to do with food. I just wanted to bask in the goodness of a book sale one more time. Well, I bought some cookbooks, so I guess that’s related.
I drove past Taco Casa, which I love, and I wasn’t even tempted. That crispy salad shell doesn’t even come close to the hamburger I’d just had (and could easily afford, since no money was wasted on fast food this month) or the food I had waiting at home.
Then I came home to the lingering smell of the caponata, and I cleaned the kitchen, grateful for the weekend of food, friends, and relaxed productivity.
This was the best weekend I’ve had in a long time.
Themes, Observations, and Lessons:
– My desire to drive through seems to be inversely related to the time I spend planning for and making easy options at home. What a surprise that…isn’t.
– Sundays = ❤