Lately I’ve been having trouble keeping track of the date and events related to the date. For example, I couldn’t believe there wasn’t more hype about the Super Bowl. On Sunday, I got up thinking that was the Super Bowl day (even though I knew Super Bowl was Feb. 3). I panicked when I realized my meal plans for the evening were a week away. I need dinner plans, what to do?
The weatherman said it was going to be in the 60’s. Hmmm . . . that sounds like grilling weather. That would be a treat in January we don’t often have. “Would you prefer hamburgers or brats?” I ask my husband.
“Brats!” he replies quickly.
Whatever he chose required a trip to the store to gather the needed meat and buns. Off I go to pick up supplies, savoring the thought of grilled brats and vegetables. As luck would have it, the store-made brats were on sale and the bakery had brat buns. Yay! It must be a sign that this is meant to be. I also gather fresh blackberries that are also on sale. I’m thinking this is going to be a taste of summer tonight.
As I head for home, it begins to rain and the temperature is only 50. Hmmm. . . was the weatherman right? Will it warm up? Will I be standing out on the damp patio? All foods are purchased, so there is no turning back from this dinner.
All afternoon I scan the sky looking for breaks in the clouds, hoping the sun will cast a few warm rays in my direction. But alas, it does not happen. The warmth does not come from the sun, but my extra thick sweatshirt.
I do not stand guard over the veggies and brats. I am in and out, in and out multiple times. Finally, all food is prepared. Grilled brats and veggies are a taste of meals to come in warmer weather. I’m ready to shove winter aside and welcome spring with open arms, but I guess I will have to wait a few more months for that to happen.