I like to get most of my cooking for the week out of the way on Sunday. Which can mean, again, a lot of dishes. Even if I’m throwing together something on a weeknight, I am just not. about. A sink full of dishes to take care of when I’m finished actually cooking.
So I simplify.
I love eves. The day before the thing. The waiting and the anticipation, the build-up and the good kind of anxious. I love all of the eves almost more than the actual holidays.
Even this one.
Have you ever experienced that? You're swaying along and all of the sudden, there it is. Has that really always been in there? How have I never heard this before? How could I have missed this?