Bringing in the New Year with Food and a Book

It was just the kind of cold day that called for a pot of homemade spaghetti sauce and a pot of escarole and bean soup.  As I sauteed the compari tomatoes with the shallots and olive oil, and breathed in the scent of home....I pondered this thought.  Is home really where the heart is?  And if it is true, then the kitchen must be the heart of the home...certainly my home. 

It's where all the important discussions take place, the food is cooked, most of the entertaining is done, and where friends are welcomed as family. It is also one of the places in my home where I write. With a beautiful view of the outdoors, I am surrounded by abundant pines allowing the landscape behind... to gently peak through. Breathtaking views, the scent of flavors as they mesh together and a cup of strong coffee fuel this writer onto her next task for the day.

It's re-read time again.  Going to curl up with my novel in progress and enjoy!