Sunday was a really nice day, made nicer by spending it with children and grandchildren. A good meal, good conversation and lots of hugs. Doesn't get much better than that.
Except when Oldest Daughter brings a gift.
Sunday morning I had worn a sweater on the way to my daughter's home, to ward off the last of the morning chill. And because the day was so warm and sunny, I didn't think about the sweater until I was nearly home again. Last evening Daughter called, wanting to know if I would like her to drop off the sweater. When she arrived, she had a present for me. With a grin, she handed me a bag containing the ham bone left over from dinner. She knows how I dearly love a meal or two of ham and beans.
So the beans, the bone with a goodly amount of meat left on it, and generous handfuls of dehydrated onions and carrots are in my cast iron dutch oven, simmering on the stove. They will simmer there all day. The apartment is already starting to smell wonderful. And tonight I will have a feast.
Some might say that a leftover ham bone isn't much of a gift. But for me, who enjoys the simple pleasures in life, it is just right. Thank you, Jill.
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