Writing in the room....

Ha, ha. Today I am "writing in the room;" I believe it was Virginia Wolf who said every writer must have their own space, their own room or closet or what have you to write. Well, here I am.
In my room....sorta.

This morning I feel a little on the glorious side. It's most likely due to the fact that I got up early and helped get the three boys off to school. Now this is not an easy task, but this morning, after the long Christmas break, I relished the time spent in the kitchen, I appreciated my husband who gets up even earlier than me to turn the heat back on (we turn our old furnace off at night) and also turns the space heater on in the bathroom. God bless him. I was almost giddy knowing that I was prepared enough to have both chicken baking in the oven and some unthawed home-made gluten-free "nuggets" ready to fry up for oldest son who likes to eat them with BBQ sauce. Breakfast is not your fast fix bowl of cereal in our house. Usually there's some kind of meat. I believe in a dense source of protein in my kids stomachs to get them through the morning. This practice came around because I was concerned that my kids did not eat much for lunch, so viola` "we do breakfast right" around here. Yesterday I made a healthy pumpkin pie custard for the kids. I fully expected to have some of it left to offer them for breakfast this morning, but last night all three boys ate the entire pie in one setting. It's made with honey, no refined sugar, but the two "olders" did have some whipped cream on their pieces. So... I also make tea, and eldest has gf corn flakes, the younger two also had "sweetie squares" this morning. Sweetie Squares are toasted home-made gf bread with a thinnish layer of sunflower butter spread first, then honey on top. It's fun to make sweetie squares. It's fun to say "sweetie squares." It's even better to know that the sunflower seed butter is organic and it comes from North Dakota. Can't you just image fields of sunflowers in late summer, their fat heavy heads held up by strong North Dakotan stalks, turning toward the light, hanging low in the morning, and at sunrise they lift slowly in unison, awakening toward the light in the east, following the light till dusk when they face west. The plants work done, just following the glorious sunlight, making tasty seeds so some cold dark winter morning, after a long winter/holiday break some mother like me can make her kids "sweetie squares" for breakfast on the first day back to school.

~Liz