As my husband watches F1, I move beside him in the kitchen. Lost in cooking, the touch of it all, the memories. Of the Sunday roasts of my childhood: roast chicken, rice and peas, macaroni cheese.Cake for afters, baked in one of those tins with a… Read on blog or Reader Meditations with spirit Read on blog or Reader Sunday Roast By toniannlacrette on July 21, 2024 As my husband watches F1, I move beside him in the kitchen. Lost in cooking, the touch of it all, the memories. Of the Sunday roasts of my childhood: roast chicken, rice and peas, macaroni cheese. Cake for afters, baked in one of those tins with a large hole in the middle. Today, I'm trying my hand at Yorkshire pudding for the first time. It turned out well! I think, and say to my husband how lucky we are to have found each other, to be building a life where Sundays are sacred and slow. Much love Txx Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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