We've been getting rather unusual weather for Bellingham this past month. In fact, it was one of the most glorious summers to date and September hands down. We have only seen one day of rain, which makes those living in the forest a bit weary. But, I'm taking it all in as I have this feeling like Old Man Winter is waiting to plow us over.
Yesterday, the Autumn chill bit in the breeze, while crock pot dinners and roasted veggies danced in my head. My family has arrived for the week from Arizona, so we are taking today as a family day. V says she will be marked "asbent" from school, and Ben has the day off. It looks like a pumpkin patch day, especially since Arizona doesn't have the allure of Autumn festivities. One element I love about this time of year is baking. Scones to quick breads to rolls, this season boasts of lazy Saturday mornings like none other in the sea of busy in our home weekday mornings.
This mid-week lazy morning is just what my soul aches for, and so baking grain-free cinnamon rolls is the medicine. Eating is more than simply counting calories---a route memorization affair. It's an aesthetic experience. This morning when I will gather around our table with my little family, and my dad, mom, and brothers, it's this sharing of food & fellowship what this life is about. God gave us food to remind us of our temporal state.
But, what I love about Him is how he didn't package meals in a tablet. Walking through a Farmer's Market boasts of the delight of God. It's why I love to cook & bake. It's to see the delight in the eyes of the partaker.
What is one food memory you have, which boasts of this delight? Either as the maker of the meal or the taker of the meal.