Sunday Monday Funday

This weekend we decided to make a mess in the kitchen.  

I encourage you to do the same.  

You too can have Sunday Monday Funday.  

Just grab a few, really great friends who like food just as much as you do 

and simply delight in their company.  

A couple of our do's and don'ts.

Do make homemade pasta.  

Do get out your rolling pin & flour, you're gonna need it.  

Don't order a pizza.

Do slice up an onion and saute it on the stove to be used as a topping.

Do grade lots of cheese.  

Don't hold in your excitement when you take the pizza out of the oven 

but do wait for it to cool before digging in.

Don't forget to eat your greens.

Do make homemade bread & wait patiently for the dough to rise. 

Do decide to make an extra loaf, because it's that good.  

my list of lovely things.

I thought since Valentine's Day is right around the corner I'd write down just a few, of the many things I love.  Cliche?  Maybe.  Any excuse to act a little sweeter, hold hands a bit longer and ramble on about things you delight in, is just fine by me though.  
  
a list of things I love...


When a really good friend calls you and they are really excited about something that has just happened and you can feel their joy through the phone.  The joy feels so close that you forget the phone is between you two and suddenly they aren't far away anymore but they are right there, sitting beside you & their bliss is just so contagious you can't help and feel it too.  


this poem.


When mom mails you a package because you are in a funk or just don't sound like yourself.  You don't tell her to send you anything but she does, because she cares and deep down she knows that you'd really appreciate it.  The best part?  Inside the box are a few words written on a scrap piece of paper that says, "Hi Maeve, I made a cheap card!  Hope you are doing well- Stay off the whiskey.  Fix your side view mirror - and put a snow shovel in your car!  Love Mom & Dad.  Take care and God bless you."


Meeting eyes with someone you don't know and smiling & they smile back.


Planning a potluck for someone really great and asking everyone to bring a dish- any dish.  And deep down you worry that maybe you should have planned better and told people what to bring because it is quite possible everyone could walk in with the same dessert or a bottle of wine [which really wouldn't be so bad].  But somehow you end up with a table full of the most delicious food you could have ever hoped for: fresh baked bread, homemade cheesecake, bruschetta, quinoa salad, brisket, & dark chocolate candies.  


Making a goal and sticking to it.  Even if it may seem so trivial and simple, like not pressing the snooze button more than once or finishing the novel that has been sitting on your nightstand for months.  [I think once we accomplish some of the small stuff, then the big stuff- the stuff that scares us, tests us, changes us- seems a lot more possible.]


A really good line in a book you are reading, "He had a theory that you had to start out by giving stuff away- preferably big stuff, worth, he figured, about a thousand dollars.  At first, he said, people are discomfited by such a big gift.  They try to make it up to you, by giving you something big in return.  And then you give them something else, and they give you something else, and pretty soon nobody is keeping score.  There is simply a flow of things from the place of excess to the place of need.  It's personal, and it's satisfying, and everyone feels good about it."  The Dirty Life


When pandora gets your station just right


Slowly learning the quirks, annoyances, beauty & intricacies of another person.  And each time you meet you aren't starting over, or retracing your steps or just talking about the weather.  You are reading more of their story.  They invite you in and let you read and in return you let them read a little too.