A Baked Piece of Happiness

I bet you all like to pamper yourselves with something delicious. Some of you must be excellent cooks, some just love going to a restaurant with friends. 

I must confess I cannot cook so well. I might be even a brilliant cook but my problem is I do not have such opportunities to create yummy things! I can even give you some "real" excuses: 
1. Due to my short height I cannot reach the oven without a chair; 
2. I'm lucky to have the best chef in the world - my dear mama; 
3. I've never felt like wasting my time with cooking, what's more my mom can't stand the risks involved with my cooking activities! 

However, I do want to try my hand at cooking. If I do, I'll definitely share this new 'joy' with you here. :)

Our dinner usually takes place at around 17.00. My mom and I are great advocates of healthy food. Today is Friday what automatically means a fast day for me and my mom (We're Greek Orthodox and try to keep fast on Wednesdays and Fridays). It means no meat or milk products in everything we eat. 

So, my mama baked some potatoes (despite the fact that our oven is sort of broken! It won't bake properly...). She baked unpeeled potatoes and served them with some oil, salt and pieces of garlic. That's all. Nothing else. No bread, no sauce. But believe me - it was the meal of a king! I enjoyed each piece of this gorgeous dinner. I even didn't use any fork. I ate them simply with my hands. I doubt I'd be able to do it in any restaurant. Maybe I say so because I have never been to any of such places. 


Well, it was not perhaps just crispy potatoes I loved tonight. It was this quiet evening, the sun sinking, my mom's sitting close to me, we both chewing the hot potatoes...Our heater was queitly speaking...  The peace in our kitchen and the smell of the hot baked potatoes made me feel really happy. It could be  it has nothing to do with some sophisticated joys. It is so simple to enjoy food. Maybe I sound like a happy dog now. :D 


I am grateful for this evening, this harmony of our warm kitchen, my mom's gentle hands who care for me every day. I am happy to have my warm place I feel loved. It was so nice to have my plate of hot baked potatoes. I will sound one hundred percent stupid now but I just love when my hands smell like baked potatoes...


The magic of this evening makes me silently happy. It's like a snowflake on my cold palm - I am always afraid of breathing when I catch it, hoping it won't melt for at least two minutes...