SNOW DAY

“It sure smells good in here.” Steven said as he came into the kitchen.

I was just taking the banana bread out of the oven. “It should be ready for me to make it into French toast as soon as it cools.” I flipped it out of the pan and onto a cooling rack. “While we're waiting for that to happen would you like some soup and a grilled cheese?”

Steven looked surprised. “Sure! That sounds great!”

I began pulling all the things I needed out of the refrigerator and cabinets. While I was pulling the frying pan out of the drawer Steven was looking out our kitchen window. “I can't believe how hard it's snowing. It really is a blizzard!”

I turned around to see for myself. “I'm sure glad I filled the bird feeders yesterday.” I could see through the blowing snow that dozens of birds were frantic waiting for their turn to get food. “I don't want anyone going hungry in this weather.”

“That's good news for me!” Steven got the silverware out of the drawer and grabbed some napkins to set the table.

“I'm going to make a pork tenderloin and scalloped potatoes for dinner.” I put the grilled cheese in the pan and turned the heat up under the soup.

“That sounds good.”

I went back to the cabinet. “Maybe I should make some brownies for dessert.” I pulled the box from the shelf. “Or maybe oatmeal cookies.” I was holding both packages, showing them to Steven for his vote.

Steven shrugged his shoulder. “They both sound good to me. Whichever one you feel like making.”

I put both boxes down on the counter top, grabbed the spatula and flipped the sandwiches. “Why is it that every time it snows, all I want to do is cook?” I ladled the soup into bowls and took them over to the table.

Steven shook his head as he picked up his spoon. “I have no idea, but I have to say I'm not complaining.”

I brought the sandwiches to the table. “I also got chips and salsa in case you want a little snack before we go out and start to dig out.”

“Thanks.” Steven took his sandwich and dipped it in his soup. “But it doesn't look like it's going to stop snowing anytime soon.”

We both looked out the window, we could barely see the bird feeder it was snowing so hard.

“I think you're right.” I was waiting for my soup to cool so I got up and went to the cabinet to pull the crock pot out. “Maybe I'll start a pot of sauce.” I looked in the refrigerator and saw we had hamburger meat. “Maybe a bolognese sauce?” I looked over at Steven to see what he thought.

“I thought you were making a pork tenderloin for dinner?”

I put the crock pot on the counter and went over to eat. “I am but I like the way the house smells when I have a pot of sauce on.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I'll just freeze it for another day.”

Steven shook his head and laughed.

“You know I get this way on a snow day!” I laughed as I took a bite of my sandwich.

Alex walked into the room. “Is that banana bread?” He was looking at the bread cooling on the rack.

“It sure is!” I jumped up and went to get a pan. “Do you want your banana bread French toast now?”

Alex looked at Steven eating his soup and sandwich then at my uneaten meal. “Don't you want to finish your lunch first?” he asked me.

“I'm not really hungry.” I pulled a knife from the drawer. “I just feel like cooking.” I grabbed the banana bread and began slicing it. “Do you want some almond extract in the egg batter?”

Alex sat down at the table where I'd been sitting. “Sure if you want.”

Steven looked at Alex and smiled. “Don't you just love this part of snow days?”