Tonight is my weekly night without Lisa. Almost every Thursday evening, she drives 20 miles to pick up her granddaughter, then drives another 10 miles to take her to church youth group. Don’t ask me to get into why she does it — let’s keep it at Lisa knows how important it is for her granddaughter to get as much Jesus into her life. I agree. Sometimes it’s me who makes the trip. I like it. I get alone time with my 15 year old ‘adopted’ granddaughter. She’s wonderful. She calls me Steve, which is OK because she also clearly enjoys spending time with me.
Oh, but there is a picture of food at the top of this blog today. Why, you may ask? I am glad you asked. Instead of going out to eat when Lisa is not around, I like cooking something she would not eat, but something I really like to eat. Tonight it was a simple dish. One might say it’s not your typical guy dish.
Veggies on french bread, toasted with mozzarella cheese.
They are simple to make. Red onion, garlic simmered in garlic olive oil, then bell pepper, mushrooms, and zucchini added. The veggies are cooked until tender, then put to the side while a sliced piece of french bread is toasted in the oven. Once the bread is toasted, the veggies are spooned on top of each piece, then mozzarella sprinkled on. Toast for a few minutes. Voila! Dinner.
Veggies ready for sandwiches
Simple dinner, just right for a guy getting by without his sweetie. Complimented with the food was a nice beer, Domaine Dupage from Two Brothers, a french country ale, with enough sweetness to enhance the flavors of the vegetables.
This was a nice way to wind down from a hard work week. I was in the office Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday this week. Management makes it mandatory for all employees to do that once a month. It works well for the company, especially since every day featured chances to get employees together. Weeks like this boost my ego a bit, give me a chance to smile simply because I get to see people I serve and work with virtually nearly every day. Every day has brought people by my desk to say hello, to thank me, and warmly catch up. All makes it worth driving 140 miles each day, this morning through a little snowstorm that required a bit more patience and care to drive. I’m tired, but I am also experiencing the satisfaction of a good meal, a pleasant sunset viewed in the reflection of the lake behind my house.
As I have ended many a blog in the past year — God is good!
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