Chef’s widow. Boo. Hiss. That’s me again. Culinary classes are over and it’s back to work he’s gone. I was just getting cozy with having dinners together, even lunches and Sundays and *gasp* whole weekends and then poof! It’s back to this crazy life we go.
Except this time there’s snow… and there’s a certain southerner who’s determined to avoid driving in it at all costs. Lame. Yes. Reality. Oh yes. And I don’t think this stand-off can last much longer because the temps are getting extra low and I’m running out of layers for a walk. Cabin fever is sinking in.
But for now, we’re making the most out of the moments we can steal together with a quick catch up over our favorite chicken salad sandwiches (which he has also kindly stockpiled for me in the fridge.). Then it’s back to the line he goes.
Until our next stolen moment together,
A + H
Pssst…. happy birthday mom! C’mon up. We baked a treat for you.