"Hi, honey. I'm home!"

I'm sure I'm not the only single person who calls out, "Hi, honey. I'm home!" to an empty apartment from time to time. I'm the most content single person I know, but there are still days when I wish there were someone home to greet me, someone waiting with dinner and a listening ear. Today, I came home to the smell of roast potatoes and lamb. My, "Hi, honey. I'm home!" was met with a laugh and, "I'm making my special lamb-feta meatballs." My friend J is here for a week-long visit and had prepared a beautiful meal for us. The comfort of lasting friendship shared over a meal lovingly prepared is a lovely thing indeed.

I'm aware that this is, I think, the third meal-related entry this week. I've been pretty stressed these days and the provision of home-cooked meals is greatly appreciated. Nothing says lovin' like home cooking! I'm thankful for the simple and essential pleasure of good food and for the kindness of friends who open their hearts and hearths to share with me.