January 9, 2011 by Ellen V
Watching my adorable husband punch down pita bread dough this morning reminded me of two things:
- I really love him. (I know… gag. But it is our anniversary, after all, so cut me some slack.)
- I love eating real food.
Now, I can’t even count how many times we’ve bought bread (pita or otherwise) over the last year. Between sandwich loaves, baguettes, bagels, and pitas, I’d guess over 100 loaves have come through our kitchen. But I love, love, love eating the carbs and other homemade food items that come out of our kitchen. Even when they fail. Even when store-bought would have been easier/cheaper/tastier.
Today, we planned a week’s worth of meals to eat together: pork chops and white bean salad, Texas beef chili, blue cheese steak and green beans, and more. Eric plans to use his last week at home before classes start making homemade pitas (currently rising on the countertop) and yogurt. Yum-o.
I know not everyone has the time to cook and bake, but–in case you still need convincing–consuming more real food and less preservatives helps me feel better, too. And I’m still convinced that doing 75% of our grocery shopping in the meat and produce departments is cheaper, though others may contest me on that point. In any case, Eric and I are one little household blessed to have the time and the energy to put toward making, eating, and enjoying real food.