We have an expression in our family ‘thrown’ out there by both women (those in charge of the kitchen) and men. “Just throw it on the grill,” we all say when company is coming or when there are many feed. It means different things to different people, depending on their role. I’m sure you get it.
Last night I was in charge of throwing it on the grill, although it was not the grill but the oven; roasted chicken with potatoes, carrots and a side of green beans. Delicious. I was happy to prepare it and the family was grateful. As I peeled and cooked away, however, I recalled the delicious meals I savored in Italy, and why I cherished eating out. I would sit for a long time being in the moment, sometimes writing in my journal, sometimes reading on my Kindle, always appreciating the preparation, always taking the time to eat and be grateful.
Last night I was in charge of throwing it on the grill, although it was not the grill but the oven; roasted chicken with potatoes, carrots and a side of green beans. Delicious. I was happy to prepare it and the family was grateful. As I peeled and cooked away, however, I recalled the delicious meals I savored in Italy, and why I cherished eating out. I would sit for a long time being in the moment, sometimes writing in my journal, sometimes reading on my Kindle, always appreciating the preparation, always taking the time to eat and be grateful.