Speaking of Labor day... A holiday means time to cook brunch. A BIG brunch :D
We slept in a bit. I mean we, as in us collectively, in one bed. A couple cats, a pooch, a kid and two adults. Don't you love a cuddle puddle?
So, we took our time getting out of bed, and while the boys bummed around, talking comic books, I rode my bike up to the local market to buy tofu for Tofu Scrambler, and splurged on some totally processed Morning Star breakfast patties. I countered the patties and imported kiwi with local, organic cantaloupe (from Blooming Glen), a side of roasted local, organic potatoes, red and green peppers, onions and herbs and complet toast from Bakers on Broad.
I spent a lovely and therapeutic 90 minutes in the kitchen. Cooking, organizing, cleaning up. Had the time to stop and consider inviting dad over.
Seems to me that this type of morning should be the standard, not the exception. Taking time, having conversation, slowing down, savoring, laughing, planning the day together, enjoying the time, experiencing the moment...
When did life become so rushed? Work? School? They're important and valuable, don't get me wrong. But, really. Mornings like this? It's what I live for :)