It snowed today. My fingers are cold and it feels like February should feel no matter where you are in the west. My comfort today came from the tiny black crockpot I purchased for $10 last year. While we were out exploring and hiking this little champ was busy simmering beef stew. Not an easy task as we filled it to the brim with beef, onions, carrots and potatoes and the savory broth packet that is, well, savory.
Hours later we turned the key and opened the door to our humble abode and were greeted by the smell of what felt like “Grandma cooking!”. We don’t have any grandmas’ alive (or parents for that matter) but we like to say that “Grandma’s been cooking!” It never fails to make us smile and our tummies rumble.
Small comforts in what seems to be a cold world at times.