Quiet

There may be some quiet here, from time to time, as things ruminate.  It is by choice.  The words are all still there, but they will not march in lines.  Not today.  But I'm not giving up.  

Today

We have guests in the house.  Kids and adults, from a couple different cultures.  I just spent two full hours of "free time" (we actually had a sitter) in the kitchen.  I enjoyed it.  It was fresh food, good for us, planned to be palatable (I hope) to all the guests.  But I kept thinking, "Isn't there something I should be doing instead?"  I had lots of things in mind; it wasn't that I couldn't think of anything else to do.  And there is always the "order in chowmein" option.  But even that gets expensive with lots of people, and it's greasy.  So greasy.  Mostly white flour and few veggies.  So I cooked.  An hour in the morning and two in the afternoon.  Spinach, eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, fresh onions and garlic and cilantro.  Mixing, kneading.  Milk and cheese.  I didn't have an exact recipe; just the faith that you can't go wrong with what's fresh, a joy in using up three bits of leftover cheeses, and a general desire for eggs and spinach with potatoes.  I keep wondering, what is it that draws me at times to spend every bit of free time in the kitchen, and if I have more, to think, "Maybe I could make dessert"?  Everything is from scratch here, and all the dishes are washed by hand.  Is it a good hobby, or a waste of time?  I think the answer could be either.  I need your wisdom, Father, day by day.  Thank you for the freedom of this day, and please receive my labor as worship.