Another glorious day here in the East Bay. Slept in again because why not? My body clearly needed it, and who am I to deny myself what I need. Quickly got ready and met friends for brunch. I’m so thankful to call them friends, and it was nice to have an easy hang with good food on a slow Sunday. Tried the biscuits with butter and jam, and was left wishing I had a cream tea. The biscuits were good, but hey, I’m an English boy.
A day in the garden after that, initially with the goal to do some gardening, but the blazing sun made “doing nothing” a considerably more appealing option, so we did that (to the extent that you can “do” nothing) and I have zero regrets. A bit of reading, a bit of sitting and listening, a bit of… eating ice lollies. Ended the day walking Cacio together and stopping off at Trader Joes to pick up ingredients for a favorite meal.
There are lots of fiddly steps involved, so we cooked together. There’s something that satisfies me about getting everything ready in fifteen bowls—300g of parmesan here, a beaten egg there… breadcrumbs, garlic, nutmeg. Mise en place, or something. It’s a pain in the ass (the dish) but it feels worth it when you sit down to eat it. Slow Sundays are for slow meals, and taking enjoyment from taking the time to make them.