2024. 11. 28 | It feels like winter.
Yesterday, my partner and I hosted our lovely, lovely friends for a last meal all together until the New Year. We managed to make a fully vegetarian feast with stuffed paccheri, mushroom steaks with chimichurri, and sides of roasted potatoes, coleslaw, brusselsprouts with a wildly tangy sauce, honey roasted carrots, and lots and lots of wine. Oh, and apple crumble for dessert with vanilla ice cream and coffee.
It hits different when the entire table is covered in food and drink and the room is loud with people talking and laughing. Also when you think you've made enough food to feed 20 people, but only a small handful of food enough for a packed lunch the next day remains.
We're heading into December already, and normally my winter blues would have hit two months ago, but my life is so full and I am so unbelievably content that the tears only come out when I see pictures of war (#freepalestine) or when a song that brings me back to my childhood comes on.
What an incredibly privileged, wonderful life I live. Feeling a lot of gratitude for how life has changed in the past year, it's become quite unbelievable.
