Winter is definitely making its presence known. The crisp, crackle in the morning air and the cooler evenings that make it ok to go home, put on your pj’s and snuggle with a cup of hot chocolate.
It’s this time of year that makes me the most appreciative of the place I call home. My bearded Fisherman, my Rusty-boy and Indie-gogs can make any bad day, good. When I climb into to bed at night and warm my icy feet against said fisherman, my heart knows all is well in my world.
Food is, and always has been a very big part of my life. I truly believe I was born hungry. And growing up in a family of six, you learnt to eat fast if you had your eye on that last sausage in the pan. Needless to say, being the eldest I adapted the fastest and that last sausage was mine. Family meals are a huge part of what makes a house a home. Sometimes there is nothing that can comfort you the way your mommy’s cooking does. As we grow up, move out and tentatively try to “adult”, this is often the thing we miss most.
So here’s to the Mom’s who make sure we are fed, the food that brings families together and the people (human and fur-kind) who make a house a home. May we remember how lucky we all are.
P.S. Last night was one of those nights but alas my Mommy was not close at hand and so I attempted my childhood favourite myself. Bobotie. I’ve shared the recipe here below for those of you in need of some comfort or just a good ol’ taste of home.