For the Love of Cookin'

Today was my day off. Yesssssssss! Therefore I jumped out of bed at 8 o'clock, shimmied into a floral frock, primped and curled and then earnestly tied off my lace-trimmed apron ready to begin my housewife work. Juuuust kidding, if my life was that perfect for even a second I might not know what grace is :)

The rephrasing might go like this: I woke up at 5:30 as Oldspice left me alone to a queen sized bed and the relief of not being an hour into my work day washed over me. So I snuggled back in and dozed off an on till about 8:30. I have had a grass-fed rump roast waiting patiently in my freezer for a couple weeks now and I decided today was the day of its fate: Dinner! And if dinner was to be served it has to be cooked, therefore T minus 10 hours would be about the time I get my half-dressed self out of bed. I dragged sleepiness to my freezer and stared blankly at the package of meat when I realized I have never cooked a crock-pot meal by myself before.

It is in these instances that my generation pulls out their handy dandy smarter-then-gosh-knows-what technology and asks the google gods how to cook a rump roast. Which I did. I began searing this precious piece of meat I got for a steal at the discount grocery store. "Wait a minute, what do I do with this elastic twine that wraps the entire piece of rump?!?" I didn't have to cook long before the twine started untying itself between the scorching heat the the 2 pounds of butt weighing down upon it.

On to slicing and dicing some carrots and potatoes. I threw them into the little crocker of a pot and pinched some salt pepper and thyme in there as well (thyme haha, no understatement!) I finished it off with some broth etc, and then nestled my masterpiece of hopes and fears in with the pile of dishes on the counter and plugged it in. In my head I was narrating this post so ran as quickly as possible back into bed and hunkered down to let these words out. My kitchen is a disaster, but ya know what? Married life is awesome because you get your OWN kitchen and nobody has to see the mess but you...hoooray! Finally I can begin to embrace my messy tendencies (as long as it's cleaned before the husband gets home.)

All this to say I couldn't be happier with where God has me right now. Who would have known that deep down in my soul I would enjoy satisfying a man's hungry tummy so much? Call me old fashioned but I say I am exploring the feminine qualities God instilled in my heart when I was being woven together. And ladies, as married women I think we have been given the wonderful ministry of the home! I firmly believe God made us equal, but equally different with our own tendencies and dreams. Lord knows how much we all enjoy food and I think my new love is exciting new collaborations of ingredients. I have hardly cooked since leaving home several years ago and it's about time I got down and sticky, floury, salty, and spicy..

There must be some truth to the ol saying "a way to a man's heart is through his stomach" because the delight on his face is the best part of all the work :)

We cannot help but be the most grateful for our own place. I never thought I could care less about the neighbors who make our house smell like mj at certain hours of the day. Or the fact that I have to walk outside and down to the basement to do a load of laundry. Or even that we park on the street because we only get one parking pass. I love our 500 square feet of home and wouldn't trade anything to live there with my husband. Lord help me to never get petty but always be content! And always get excited to take on the adventure of a crock pot dinner.

That's the very latest from these newlyweds, tune in for more from the heart later.

                                        Love,
                                          Applepie