the 1st of February

Today marks the 8 year anniversary of my first date with SmithCale at our beloved alma mater, ACU.

SmithE is six months today, she was getting her sweat on with us <sans sweat>

and it's been one year since Lolo's passing.

 While it saddens me that SmithE will never know Lolo, I'm happy to have known her and am better for it. 

Upon revisiting this picture, I realize her message lives on.

Family. 

Food for Life,

BSmith, forging one day at a time

It's OK to be OK

Since SmithE goes to bed around 6 p.m. ,bless her, it practically makes eating out dinner an impracticality. She's saving us so much money, which also proves she is ours. 

Sometimes dinner is just OK.

Even though you made your own apple chutney and added curry flavors to your beef, which SmithCale and I discussed might be a spiritual dilemma for most Indian peoples.

Times where creativity isn't a disaster, but isn't the stellar winner you'd hope it would be. 

The flavors are muted. Not harmonious. 

Just OK. 

Then there are times when you don't notice your failings until the bitter end.

Like adding the preferably non-edible end of a green onion in a bowl of stir-fry.

It'll pass. 

Cooking is like anything you do. There are good days, great days and just OK.  

Even the OK days are a gift and the great days to be treasured.

Food for Life,

BSmith, forging one meal at a time