Well, I let my 31 Days posts get a little thin this week, but I am still here, things are still good, and I'm still thinking about what I want to do with the last year of my twenties.
If you frequent this blog, then you know that you can often find me in my kitchen. Whether it's making a favorite go-to recipe, trying something brand new, or sampling my favorite adult beverage, I love to experiment in the kitchen. I also adhere to the tried and true method of getting to my husband's heart through his stomach.
Perhaps some of the reason I like to spend so much time in my kitchen is because of the memories that I have of spending time in our kitchen growing up. Baking cookies, sharing meals and prepping appetizers for yet another BBQ; we did it all and life happened in our kitchen.
I want to build my families' memories in the same way. I want to create annual traditions where we bake Christmas cookies. I want to sort through Halloween candy on the kitchen counters and sit down for the same pot of warm, vegetable soup every year before the trick-or-treating begins. Just like we did when we were growing up.
I want family dinners to be a habit in our house. I want to sit down together to share a meal most nights. Even if it is just over a frozen pizza, I want life to happen in my kitchen, too.
Sure, I have lofty goals. I learned how to make the perfect risotto this year, and I've experimented with family recipes, and even brand new ones that I snagged from Pinterest. The biggest of these goals is to keep my family happy and fed, and try to be at least somewhat healthy while we're at it.
There will be many more bottles of wine, failed experiments, and warm, comforting meals prepared in my kitchen. There will be music playing in the background, and more than likely, an episode or two of the Kardashians or Parenthood streaming from my iPad. The weeks, months and years will continue to go by, and our life will keep happening there.
And, that's just how I want it to be.