Monday, April 27, 2009
This morning my daughter and I were walking home from a friend's house. My daughter was "babysitting" their gorgeous babe while I went to an appointment. We paused in front of our house to watch a young robin struggle with a worm. He has a plan for dinner, I thought, but what about us? A trip to the store with a tired preschooler shot to the top of our agenda.
At that exact moment my neighbor came out of her house with a plate full of pulled pork and loaf of bread.
"This pork simmered overnight," she said "and we have way to much. I thought you might like some."
Now instead of worrying about dinner my daughter can nap and I can sew myself a pair of underwear.