So the semester has come to an end, and that means a valuable thing has entered my life: time. Now I can be obnoxious, take pictures, sleep in till 5:45, think about new routines, and watch/help Kassie with dinner.
About a week ago Kas asked me, "what would you like for dinner this week?"
I thought for a moment, flashes of the usual quickly went by - things like pizza, hot dogs, hamburgers, and so forth. Before shrugging my shoulders and saying, "I don't know" like I usually do when I am just too lazy to think harder than normal, my mind recalled a golden happy memory from the dark recesses of days gone by.
Chicken Pot Pie.
The thought was concrete and my mouth watered. "Chicken Pot Pie would be a good option," I said while trying to hide how actually excited I was at the prospect. When I get overly excited about things it betrays the natural calm that I try to portray to the world and those around me.
kas nodded, "That sounds good. I haven't made that before."
"Thats good right? It will be a learning experience!"
My wife looked at me, her gloriously beautiful freckled face slowly breaking into that smile that reassures me every time I see it.
"Yeah," she said. "It will be good."
And here is evidence that it happened!
"Mmm, almost done." Kas's voice of wisdom filled my ears as the
smell of the blessed pie graced our locker sized kitchen.
"Do you think it is ready?" I asked.
Kas just smiled.
The happy moment arrived, and though some may not believe it
possible, our child-sized-oven-that-burns-at-random-will produced
a feast of joy for both the eyes and the tummy!
It was with great joy and delight that I ate freely from the
great meal, and while I feasted I didn't forget the
talented hands that had formed the golden crust and
flavorful filling.
"Thanks Kassie, your a good cook." I said.
"You are welcome," She replied. "I am glad you like it."
We ate and then did the dishes.
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