|My handsome fella.|
See, amazing friends.
When the girls and I moved in, we decided to throw a Christmas in February party. It was a total blast! I love spending time with my friends. I love parties. And I especially love food. I think this party was truly the beginning of our stone soup way of life. What transpired in the following months has been a truly wonderful blessing!
It started with one meal, and then blossomed into much more.
|So good they should be illegal!|
My point is this. We've realized that we don't have a lot. Seriously, nothin. But, together we've got something. I've got the pot, she's got the stone.
In the past I have firmly declared that I am not at all domesticated. I hated to cook. Hated. Who wants to work all day, go to school all day, clean, do laundry, go to the store, etc. and then have to come home and spend a couple of hours in the kitchen? Who has time for that shit??? Thank you, no. However, in the last nine months I've really come to enjoy it. I love having someone to cook and bake for!
I love that I have a ready made village to share the burden of life's hardships, as well as the joys, with! And I really love the fucking food!!!!!