Let’s be real for a
minute.
Before Easter, it was
Lent. Quarantine was manageable. It was a sacrifice and I could tell the kids
(and myself) how Jesus sacrificed for other and how we can do the same by
staying home. We weren’t thrilled about it, but having a
connection to our faith made it tolerable.
Then Easter came. We had to rejoice Jesus’ resurrection on
TV. We had to visit family via video
chat. Easter should be joyous.
But it wasn’t the
same. And it was tough.
The kids were sad that
they didn’t get to visit their grandparents.
I was sad we couldn’t go to church.
We’re all frustrated that we’re still at home. Oh, and it snowed again. Frustrating.
But this is reality for
the time being. Hopefully life resumes
to normal sooner rather than later, but everything is still unknown.
So, I decided that I
needed to challenge. Something besides
work and the kids’ schedule to focus on and give me purpose.
As I was taping my last
read aloud lesson, I pulled a stack up books to prop up my computer. It was a stack of cookbooks. Cookbooks that I’ve cooked from, about 1
recipe each.
And there I had my
challenge. I’ve been focusing on comfort
food lately. I need to give myself a culinary
challenge, so I am going to try to cook a new recipe from my stack of cookbooks
at least once a week (maybe more!)
And (hopefully), I’ll
post them in a timely manner!