Food is the essence of comfort in my life. It always has been. This morning, in the quiet, silence of the dawn, I woke up early and made apple muffins from scratch. The fire was going, the dogs were nestled in front of it, and I was alone with my thoughts. I was focused on one project; making what I call, "magic".
It's not too often that I can concentrate on something simple. Usually I have a hundred thoughts running through my mind. "I have to find Austynn's immunization records for school tomorrow. Can I take him even though he's started a cold? I want to put up Halloween decorations before Halloween this year. I miss Brenda. I wish I had some money. Dammit, I forgot to schedule that friggin' appointment again..." And so on and so forth. For one short hour this morning, my mind was focused: "three apples, peel, cut, dice. Now I need the flour, sugar and walnuts." I was in my own private, silent Heaven.
Everyone has their favorite time of the year. I've just described why Autumn is mine. If Heaven has a kitchen filled with apples and cinnamon then I must visit it every year from September through December.