Friends… we’re back! And for the record, it feels wonderful to be standing in a kitchen again.
I was worried that after ten long (and grueling) weeks without a refrigerator, or range, or sink… or counters, it would feel somewhat foreign to cook. Could I still dice an onion? Crack an egg? Boil water?
I was so vexed about my potential lost skills that the first two weeks we had our kitchen back, I didn’t touch a thing. In between thinking about it, staring at it and sitting in it, I coyly mastered the following phrases: 1) sweetheart, your boeuf bourguignon would be awesome (dinner # 1), 2) you’re better at the coq au vin (dinner # 2), and 3) I feel like your dad’s Brunelli spaghetti (dinner # 3).
Eventually, I ran out of excuses. And in that moment, a magical thing happened… I opened some drawers, dug through the fridge, dragged out the pot and whipped up a stock. Two hours later, I had a batch of my mom’s chicken pho… which I had made entirely by heart.
It rained today; an absolute sign that we’ve missed summer entirely. But that’s okay, because autumn is my favorite time of year and we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Ironically, I first shared this recipe exactly one year ago in a post called “Rainy Day Comfort.” This pho was, and will always be my answer to the weather. It was especially delightful while hovering over the island slurping up a storm.
We leave you with a few late afternoon snippets of what the kitchen looks like today:
We’re finally home!
Have you ever taken a break from the kitchen?!