The windows are fogging as lasagna noodles boil. Having never installed a kitchen exhaust fan, we wallow in everything I cook. Not so bad though until it comes to cleaning, ha! But enough about cleaning. The aroma of a huge pot of sauce simmering brings anticipation of supper that is to be later tonight. I'm making a double batch and taking the second to a recent widower. His wife's death was sudden and unexpected and I will miss her. It's morning and the sun is rising, shining on me as I wash dishes and bringing promise to another day. It feels wonderful. My thoughts at the moment are being grateful for Italian cuisine and the ability to savor every bite :-)
