We have friends who are regular about their Sunday dinner. If I happen to call on a Sunday evening, it's always the chicken roasting, the casserole burbling, the beans steaming. We're not so good at that over here. In fact, the past several Sundays (Neel's birthday included) have been all about the chicken wings. The playoffs, you see. Nice, those wings, but not Sunday dinner.

So I'm trying to switch all that up a bit. It's easier in winter when I'm a homing-mama. Wanting to be tucked into the house. In the summer, our Sundays end up on porches and lawn chairs. Not this week. At thirty-five degrees, only the neighborhood boys were outside, running straight through their frosty breath to catch a football or tackle a friend. So I stayed in and cooked, the warm stove heating up our chilly kitchen. We had salmon (for my fish lover baby boy) with black bean sauce, coconut basmati rice, and snap peas lightly steamed and sprinkled with coconut flakes.

Big hits, all. Especially the conversations. I think we'll keep it up. 'Til the ground thaws at least!