Laurabelle's Blog

This morning Jeff was over here for breakfast, and we had a lovely meal of breakfast sausage, crumpets, and fluffy omelets of onion, garlic, mushrooms, and red pepper. It was lovely, and it would have been even lovelier if I had been able to finish my plate. Even Jeff had trouble eating his entire serving and was forced to admit that he didn't have room for even a small slice of pumpkin pie. Breakfast lasted longer than I thought it would, and just before 11:00 Jeff left for hurling practice, 20 minutes later than he had planned.

But we had forgotten today that this weekend is Daylight Savings, so he ended up being 20 minutes early. He called me on the phone (at the same time as I was trying to leave him a message!), and I read him Old Mother Holle in the meantime. I generally forget to set my clock back, so the extra hour comes as a pleasant surprise.

The pie I referred to was from last night. Yesterday morning I put the makings for beef pot pie in the slowcooker and let it stew while I was at class. When I got back home, I rolled out the crust and baked it in the oven for almost half an hour longer. The crust didn't look as pretty as I would have wished, but it was tasty enough. Jeff kept mumbling about pre-dipped biscuits. After the pot pie was out of the oven, we made a pumpkin pie, which is now cooled and ready to eat.

I enjoy cooking both for Jeff and with him. If I didn't have him around to share the preparation and eating of food, I think I would long since have gotten bored with cooking.