Lazy Sunday

You know the saying youth is wasted on the young. Well, as my friend Hilly has been known to opine, "Fuck that shit. It's freedom that's wasted on the free."

And I'm inclined to agree.

One of the truly excellent outcomes of being someone's parent is that I will never take a moment of leisure for granted again. Every stolen minute of "time to think my own thoughts" is preceded with a sigh of gratitude. Every quiet meal (i.e., one during which no one asks me, all smart-aleky, what kind of creature corn forms the ears of), an opportunity to relish silence.

It goes without saying (though I appear to be saying it) that my daughter is a delight whom I am happy to talk to, learn from and eat with much of the time. But man, I enjoy my own company.

On Sunday, Scottie and M went to visit his parents in Oakville. Here's a shot of my delicious dinner alone:


Wait, you want a closeup??


Some of the items are hard to identify from the photo, so here's the menu:

• Warm water in the mug (neutral)
  
• Some kind of red wine from the Valentine's dinner party - I threw out the bottle (for umami)
  
• Green apple (for sweet and tart)
• BBQ brown rice crisps (for salt and crunch)
• Sun dried tomatoes (for salt and tart)
• Applewood smoked cheddar (for umami)
• Sahale Snacks Ksar mix: pumkin seeds, pistachios, sesame seeds, dried figs, honey, harissa (for sweet and spice)