Day 21 - I can haz food?!?!

We didn't have much planned for Saturday. This is sort of the aftermath of The New Husband having been out late at the game and my knocking myself out with Benadryll and other meds to stop the allergy attack. Eventually we woke up, rubbed the sleep from our eyes and showered. Then we sat around, waiting.

My dim sum plans had fallen through, so I decided to use the majority of the day relaxing. Now that I've had a taste of it in Maine, I opt for relaxation - true relaxation - at least one day a week. It's hard, though, and I take it as it comes.

By the mid-afternoon, our Best Man had arrived with laundry - which is tradition in our home, now. I'd started making a roasted chicken in our new Calphalon roasting pan (a wedding gift from one of my bosses) and the scent permeated the house within a half hour of it going into the oven. The New Husband flicked the oven light on and kept watching it cook, "It smells so good!" he'd say on and off throughout the afternoon.

"And you were worried about all of those herbs and the citrus I added, silly boy," I'd tease.

Eventually, the timer rang and we set the table to eat. I'm now of the opinion that there is a negative correlation between the amount of time it takes to cook a meal and the time it takes to eat it. In this instance, cooking for about three hours yielded scarfage in about fifteen minutes. This is confirmable on days when I make a fresh Italian gravy as well. Three-to-six hours of cooking means the food will be gone in fifteen minutes or less. Cooking a quick thirty minute meal results in scarfage taking far longer.

"I should come for Sunday dinner more often," The Best Man said.

"But it's Saturday," I retorted.

"Yeah, but this might as well be Sunday dinner."

"I'll give you that. Well, you're welcome any time. You don't even need to wait until your laundry is ready."

I reminisced about the days when I was younger and my entire family would cram themselves into either my grandmother's or my mother's apartment and we'd all eat and play cards or Rummikub. It was a weekly thing and we all looked forward to it, except maybe now that I'm older I can see how the Hostess might not've enjoyed all of the work, but the end result was always the same - a wonderful meal shared with family and friends every week.

I miss that.