The room I’m staying in has a cozy sitting area. One window looks out onto the hot tub on the deck and, at night, a forest of white-light-crusted pines. the other window, as I discovered this morning, has a groomed ski trail running right by it, and a stunning view of the mountain trails.
It’s still very early in the morning, so I’m snuggled up, doing some writing, enjoying a great cup of coffee in silence before the rest of the house gets up.
Been thinking about “why I cook,” and about what I’ll make for my family over the next couple days… I never cook anymore. I’ll keep you posted! (Note: this is the subject of a posted dated 3/11/10)
