Chef Johnny
We have a hit! Chef Johnny fed his brew of brothers tonight-Amatriciana..
I think that's the name... A dish he learned in Italy...after Hurricane Katrina swept through-and he flew away with his friends.
Monday nights have become our anointed family meal time-when everyone gets together to break bread and bone up on our lives when we're apart. Our family counselor suggested a designated meal hour- dedicated to the family for bonding and budding relationships. Time to talk and to share...to joke and to laugh-while enjoying some good old fashioned cooking.
It's not rocket science or psycho ground breaking--it's simply what families are supposed to do...to stay connected and concerned and to cultivate the unions we often take for granted.
I was surprised when my oldest son called today-to remind me of our family date...and to suggest that he cook...He and his 19 year old brother had been to a concert the night before...and were looking forward to the-in house adventure.
Sometimes it's the simple pleasures that please us the most...Most of the time they're the only pleasures that matter at all...Sometimes it takes a good counselor to bring us full circle...right back to where we began...before the wheels fell off the wagon-before we began swerving out of control.
We can move in different directions...but we always come back to the beginning...to the embryonic stage of life...inside the wonderfully warm womb of the family ...where peace should always prevail...and the pleasures that please the palate...also feed the heart- with a huge nourishing dose of Love...that will carry us through a lifetime.
I think that's the name... A dish he learned in Italy...after Hurricane Katrina swept through-and he flew away with his friends.
Monday nights have become our anointed family meal time-when everyone gets together to break bread and bone up on our lives when we're apart. Our family counselor suggested a designated meal hour- dedicated to the family for bonding and budding relationships. Time to talk and to share...to joke and to laugh-while enjoying some good old fashioned cooking.
It's not rocket science or psycho ground breaking--it's simply what families are supposed to do...to stay connected and concerned and to cultivate the unions we often take for granted.
I was surprised when my oldest son called today-to remind me of our family date...and to suggest that he cook...He and his 19 year old brother had been to a concert the night before...and were looking forward to the-in house adventure.
Sometimes it's the simple pleasures that please us the most...Most of the time they're the only pleasures that matter at all...Sometimes it takes a good counselor to bring us full circle...right back to where we began...before the wheels fell off the wagon-before we began swerving out of control.
We can move in different directions...but we always come back to the beginning...to the embryonic stage of life...inside the wonderfully warm womb of the family ...where peace should always prevail...and the pleasures that please the palate...also feed the heart- with a huge nourishing dose of Love...that will carry us through a lifetime.
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