What a difference a year makes. A year ago, I knew a truth that many people did not yet know: I was getting a divorce. Due to travel and other challenges, it unfolded from January to March when the actual appointment to sign the petition to divorce was scheduled. Pi Day and St Paddy’s Day will never look quite the same to me.
A year ago, I went on a hike that turned out to be a game changer. It helped with the healing more than I could know at the time. If you were local in Phoenix, you learned of the divorce earlier than everyone else. There was something about telling people in person that made it easier. I went to the Bay Area a year ago honoring this truth yet also respecting the wishes of the Ex to not share with his friends.
Petition signed on Pi Day, public record on St. Paddy’s Day. I flew to the Bay Area on St. Paddy’s Day with Merlin. When United offered me first class for $80, I said yes. I said yes a lot that weekend. I learned to say yes a lot last year.
This brings us to Sunday suppers. When I am in Phoenix, my house has become the destination on Sundays for dinner. It evolved last year with endless hours in the pool with my neighbors. Mostly it evolved from my desire to continue to entertain.
I was the quintessential housewife in the last life. If it could be made from scratch, I figured out how to make it. Cooking for one is not nearly as fun. Cooking makes me happy, it fills up my soul.
This week I met a new person who was a bit perplexed that I would want to figure out a new dish every Sunday. Last week was spaghetti, which became the yogurt infused tomato sauce from Yogurt Culture. This week was pizza.
The blessing in these Sunday suppers has been the collaboration. It is fun to have a base like pizza or spaghetti and invite friends to share in making the meal together. It does not feel like a burden at all. It feels like all that is right and good to create a meal together. Sunday suppers are my jam.