beef pie & traditions
I feel so content when I realise we have created another tradition in our home. At some point I subconsciously aligned the desire to make the first pie of each year around the early stages of the rugby season. (See 2011’s first pie too.) As the weather cools I daydream about pulling out the cooking red wine and pickled onions to make what my husband calls “your famous beef pie”.
The sound of a favoured sport on tv fills me with comforting feelings of cosy nights at home. Caring for my husband with healthy, homemade food. Quiet evenings watching with him or reading, writing, menu planning or falling asleep snuggled into him. As the winter bite hits, my feet will be tucked under his legs seeking more warmth for my toes. A gorgeous dog on the floor or snuggled in his bed beside the couch. Sometimes people will be sprawled on the couch and floor too as we share take away food and comfortable friendship.
I revel in the sacredness of our own habits but also hold them loose enough to allow the excitement of change. What are your food traditions?