On Sunday I came home to a beautiful roast chicken in the oven. Hubs is the master of crock pot dinners and roast dinners. He throws spices and ingredients together and it always tastes so good. There is something so attractive about a man in the kitchen.
The chickens we got this year are almost eight pounders. Jason's uncle raised them and we ordered six. I'm used to four pound chickens, which seem to be perfect for the two of us. So I've had to be creative when we decide to roast an eight pounder.
Sunday is our big dinner day in the cooler months. Something homey, something warm, something that takes hours to prepare is usually on the menu. When we decide to do a chicken on Sundays, well then the rest of the week is deemed chicken week. I hate seeing this good fresh meat go to waste.
As we gathered home on Tuesday night, i began chopping green onions, while Jas pulled all the chicken off of what was left from our roast on Sunday. We pulled together some buffalo chicken quesadillas, which were perfect for such a cold, near November, night. We snuggled on the couch, watching our favorite Halloween movie, The nightmare Before Christmas.
I love that we have traditions, even before we have little ones under foot. Two weekends ago we had our annual fall/Halloween afternoon with our best friends. Every year, Jas carves the pumpkin and gets so into it. He is a Halloween lover for sure.
I love seeing how we are constantly growing and changing as a couple. Each season brings new passions, new interests, new talks and new adventures. Each year we learn more about each other and we grow closer. I thought i loved him when we met, I knew i loved him when he proposed, I felt his love when we said our vows, but really i never knew i could love him this much.
Every year, growing.
The shorter days pull us inside as we light our first fires of the season. Last night i used more of the chicken to mix with some vegetables to put into a chicken pot pie. I gently rolled the dough, as we gathered once again and went over our day. I put the remaining chicken in a bowl and put together a chicken salad for sandwiches. Tossing Charlie a carrot as Jason chases him around the house, playing, always playing. Jason went out to the porch and turned on the light in our pumpkin, which, yes, we light for a whole week before Halloween. The pumpkin which sits next to the glow in the dark skull that my dad got him last year.
We settle into home. We feast on this chicken that gave it's life to nourish us, meal after meal. Another season is upon us. Another period of growth and knowledge. Of happiness and struggles. Of learning and enjoying this life we built.
