A happy home

It's a quarter to seven in the evening, my boyfriend has not arrived yet and so I find myself alone for the time being; but it's just been the most beautiful time regardless - I've kept myself busy cooking tea for us (or dinner if you're posh, unlike us!) Now we both like pasta, it's good for you, it's simple and convenient to cook, usually I just cook the pasta and toss in a sauce (no pun intended for those with a mind like a sewer, which means as I've highlighted the fact, includes me) or a make bolognese sauce.

So I found myself in Sainsburys on Sunday doing some food shopping, I picked up a bag of fresh spaghetti and my hand reached back to pick a jar of pasta sauce I normally use when I noticed a different pasta sauce - spicy tomato. Oh, that sounds nice I thought and so picked the jar up to take a closer look and to read the ingredients, not that we're intolerant to any ingredients nor watching our weight, but just to try and gauge how nice it may taste from the ingredient list. As I read I noticed a recipe on the side for spicy tomato pasta bake - something different to do with pasta, that caught my imagination, that was still simple to cook and required only a few more ingredients.

Now I normally cook tea when my boyfriend is with me just because I know he obviously won't be late and so it won't be spoiled or wasted - so this evening is already a different approach, he's phoned me up to tell me he's on his way anyway. But this is the real difference, when I cook for myself it's just a chore, a means to an end - I'm hungry so I will cook myself something, it's rarely a pleasure. This evening, I've just enjoyed myself so much cooking; putting the time, effort and care into the meal I guess because it's something new I'm trying, but mostly because it's for my boyfriend. I just had this wonderfully warm feeling inside whilst I was busy preparing and cooking, listening to Ryan Adams, singing along and losing myself in the simple, homely happiness of the moment - just so beautiful; and I really mean that from the bottom of my heart. You can't replicate such moments ever, it struck me whilst I was living it and it made me smile from the inside out; cooking for my boyfriend, waiting for him to come around, to see him and see his face when he's welcomed by a nice meal on the table ready for him.

And I appreciate (because I've just re-read the post so far) that it all sounds so sickeningly sweet and twee but I don't care; it's moments like this that mean everything to me because they're so innocent and so pure. These are the moments that make me feel alive, that fill my heart and soul with a peaceful happiness and give me every reason to face the world and smile. Regardless of anything else, of late I've been so sentimental and emotional where simple words or actions have just touched me so very much, I guess my heart is wide open to those I care for and love.

Time to go boys and girls, boyfriend will soon be here and tea will soon be ready - I hope it tastes as good as it smells; if it is and I get the time I'll drop the recipe down on the blog. I love you all, peace out until later xxxxxxxxxxxxx.