I stopped at the grocery store on my way home from the gym. I felt like making beef stew for dinner. I gathered all the ingredients and spices, placing them in my shopping cart as I went through the store, and then went to the bakery for some bread. I ended up getting 12-grain rolls. Those had to be a little healthier than the white bread we used. I paid for my purchases and left.
By the time I got home, it was 1 pm. I took out my swimsuit and towel out of my gym bag and hung them over the shower pole. I started on dinner and when that was simmering, I grabbed a bottle of lemon-lime sparkling water and took it into the living room. Todd was out, probably working at the Ashford’s, so I sat in my recliner and relaxed in the quiet. My body felt a little sore from the exercise I did in the pool. But I relished in it, knowing I was doing something good for myself. I turned on the reading lamp and picked up my book and read for a while.
“What is that delicious smell, Man?” Todd said coming through the front door.
“Beef stew, grandma’s recipe.” I said.
He shut the door and went right into the kitchen. I followed. He got a pot holder, took off the lid, and dipped the cooking spoon into the mixture.
“Oh, this is good,” he said, smacking his lips.
“Don’t drool in it!” I said, grabbing the spoon away from him and replacing the lid on the Dutch oven that my grandmother had given to me when I got married. It was old, but in pretty good shape. I thought of all the meals my grandma and mom had made in it.