Few things taste better.

I do not plan out a meal, make sure that I have all the ingredients or even think that far ahead. Paul does that, and I am very thankful that he does. I am more of the “what do we have in the cupboards and can I combine it in a way that is edible?”

Generally, it’s a toss up.

Sometimes though, it comes out just right. Tonight was one of those rare occasions.

I made a dinner of grilled chicken, plain, an off-colored bruschette that was made with yellow tomatoes and green onions instead of the usual red and white, and plain wheat toast.

It was really good. I don’t know if it’s the satisfaction that everything in the bruschette was picked fresh from my survivalist garden or if it was just the general simplicity of the meal, but it was just satisfying. Reminds me that I am on the right path, that simple can be satisfying. That the “more” philosophy can be nothing but glitter in your eyes.

Continuing the adventure,  

Jess