I know that hectic days are part of life, so why do I keep thinking that they should feel more routine, or at least that I shouldn’t feel so tired at the end of them. But I do, I feel exhausted and spent. My son is finally settled when I realize that I am starving. Cooking a meal is the last thing I feel like doing. Delivery? No, too much money and totally unhealthy.
It is a rainy fall evening. The leaves are falling off the trees and I keep thinking I will have to rake those leaves up in the next couple of days. Oh, stop the brain from over thinking; stop it from making lists for everything.
I put some music on and pulled out a small sauce pan, filling it up with Massel beef style broth. I cut up onions and a few other ingredients needed for French Onion Soup. I pulled out some wine and poured myself a glass, feeling a little better, then toasted a slice of French bread and pulled out the cheese. Oh, the cheese is the best part of this soup.
Then I filled my soup bowl with the luscious broth, placed the toasted bread on top, then the cheese and popped it all under the broiler for just a few minutes. I love this step. I always stand there and watch the cheese melting. I tell others it is because I want to make sure my cheese does not burn, but in reality, I love watching the cheese come alive as it bubbles and browns.
In just ten minutes, I am sitting at the table with a perfect meal in front of me, sipping some wine, listening to music, and forgetting I had a hectic day.