I’ve decided that gray skies and chilly winds have gotten an unfair bad rap. There’s nothing like a blustery winter day to make you appreciate the warmth of flannel pajamas and the hearty comfort of a bowl of soup.
These days, I am most drawn to forthright, sturdy food: roasted chicken, vegetable soup with homemade stock, and sausages with white beans and tomatoes have all graced our table in recent weeks. All these slow roasts and gentle simmers have helped me embrace winter this year, rather than grumble about the cold, damp weather.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been re-reading the Little House series, but I’ve been reflecting on abundance quite a bit lately.
The attic was a lovely place to play. The large, round, colored pumpkins made beautiful chairs and tables. The red peppers and the onions dangled overhead. The hams and venison hung in their paper wrappings, and all the bunches of dried herbs, the spicy herbs for cooking and the bitter herbs for medicine, gave the place a dusty-spicy smell.
Often the wind howled outside with a cold and lonesome sound. But in the attic…everything was snug and cosy.
–Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House In The Big Woods
Laura Ingalls Wilder’s account of pioneer life in the 1800s is an inspiring reminder that a well-stocked pantry and the company of loved ones are the best kind of riches. As we settle deeper into winter, I wish you many meals that nourish both your spirit and stomach.