This may or may not become a regular posting theme, but either way I try to make it a regular Sunday theme in our families lives. To me, Sunday is a day to do the things that nourish the soul. To play, rest, eat, listen, create, and above all, be with loved ones.
I've spent this Soulday in the kitchen ....
First up, sleeping 'til 9 am! This is big news for us since baby boy likes to wake up between 6-7 am usually. The darker mornings are helping Mama get more sleep and it is much, much appreciated. Then, french toast with applesauce from last years apples and a press-pot of Larry's Beans. Ummmm ... YUM!
There was minuscule amounts of cleaning done, then a big 'ole pot of 'mater soup got started. This is the second batch of the season and I hope to make more and freeze it, BUT it's so hard not to just eat the whole pot over the next couple days. We'll see. In general, the way I cook is to scan multiple recipes and then recreate my own version. I'd say the soup turned out pretty delish. It'll be lunch and dinner ... for today and maybe tomorrow!
Next up, apple pie!! Yesterday, I had the joy of picking apples out at my dear friends Brent and Sierra's. Sierra is expecting a sweet baby girl any day now, so I use any excuse at all to go visit her. Apple picking is a pretty great excuse any way you look at it. It took most of the day to peel and core the apples, and make crust, even with this handy device Brent let me borrow. Such is life with a new babe. Everything takes extra time. A beautiful and necessary practice of patience.
This is the first time I've made an apple pie! I do tarts, cobbler, bread pudding, tarte tatin, but never an apple pie. Now, I am hooked. I foresee myself making this through out the fall and winter for a long time to come. I used the pie crust recipe from the New Moosewood Cookbook, and pieced together the inside from a smattering of pie filling recipes. Pretty basic, 1 cup of sugar, 7ish cups of peeled, cored, thinly sliced apples, cinnamon and nutmeg, topped with about 4 tbsp of butter. So delicious, I'm trying to talk myself out of a second slice.
A tasty, homey day in our kitchen. Bodies and souls nourished. I hope it's a good omen for the week to come.
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| Stevie takes her Soulday very seriously. |
I've spent this Soulday in the kitchen ....
First up, sleeping 'til 9 am! This is big news for us since baby boy likes to wake up between 6-7 am usually. The darker mornings are helping Mama get more sleep and it is much, much appreciated. Then, french toast with applesauce from last years apples and a press-pot of Larry's Beans. Ummmm ... YUM!
There was minuscule amounts of cleaning done, then a big 'ole pot of 'mater soup got started. This is the second batch of the season and I hope to make more and freeze it, BUT it's so hard not to just eat the whole pot over the next couple days. We'll see. In general, the way I cook is to scan multiple recipes and then recreate my own version. I'd say the soup turned out pretty delish. It'll be lunch and dinner ... for today and maybe tomorrow!
Next up, apple pie!! Yesterday, I had the joy of picking apples out at my dear friends Brent and Sierra's. Sierra is expecting a sweet baby girl any day now, so I use any excuse at all to go visit her. Apple picking is a pretty great excuse any way you look at it. It took most of the day to peel and core the apples, and make crust, even with this handy device Brent let me borrow. Such is life with a new babe. Everything takes extra time. A beautiful and necessary practice of patience.
This is the first time I've made an apple pie! I do tarts, cobbler, bread pudding, tarte tatin, but never an apple pie. Now, I am hooked. I foresee myself making this through out the fall and winter for a long time to come. I used the pie crust recipe from the New Moosewood Cookbook, and pieced together the inside from a smattering of pie filling recipes. Pretty basic, 1 cup of sugar, 7ish cups of peeled, cored, thinly sliced apples, cinnamon and nutmeg, topped with about 4 tbsp of butter. So delicious, I'm trying to talk myself out of a second slice.
A tasty, homey day in our kitchen. Bodies and souls nourished. I hope it's a good omen for the week to come.
well, I'm going to start making excuses to come to your house!
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