But Sunday, glorious Sunday! I sleep as late as I like, I make a decadent breakfast, I tussle over the TV with Paul for a bit (my political talk shows versus his downloaded British dramas) and then the afternoon is wide open. For whatever.
Now of course more often than not things don't quite go according to plan. There are errands to be run, people to be seen, chores to be done. But everyone once in a while, things are perfectly free and easy.
I have just enough odds and ends in the refrigerator to make a beautiful, balanced breakfast.
[The one merguez sausage left over from dinner the night before was just as luscious and fat-studded as I had hoped it would be. The bit of dill I had kicking around in the vegetable drawer added the perfect je ne sais quoi to my eggs, and the slightly wilted red mustard greens (currently my favorite variety of greens) provided the crunch and vitamins.]
I have the freedom to thumb through inspiring cookbooks, both new and old.
And the time to cook from them.
[Jim Lahey's carrot bread, nascent stage]
These are the times to be savored.