As I assume the role of personal chef to my family, I find myself, not fully blooming into the familiar world of domesticity as I had expected, but rather escaping into an untouched realm.
I find myself on a European adventure.
Each day I go to the store to buy the things I need for dinner. I pretend I am at a street market, picking out my ingredients and planning my menu as I go. When I see a sign that says "sale" I pretend it says "picked today" and begin to imagine all the things I can do with such beautifully fresh ingredients.
I inspect a pile of green beans, determined to select the very best to bring home to my family. And as I do so, I can faintly hear the bells of Notre Dame ringing in the distance.