As I sit here and type this post tonite I am listening to the rhythm of the rain outside the window. We threw open the windows tonite when the rain turned from a silent falling mist to a downpour and the temperatures dropped into the upper 60's. This is something we have waited for all summer long so it's music to our ears.
I had been upstairs when it started to fall heavily and I went downstairs to find Hubby standing at the back door to the patio with it flung wide open. He had the front door open as well and I mentioned that I did not really want the frogs hopping onto the front porch and into the house. He just laughed and said that he was letting them in. Then he put his arm around me, smiled a huge smile at the rain and gave me a big hug. We fall in love all over again when it rains.
Our tummies were full of the giambotta he had made us for dinner... it's an Italian stew, although we make ours with less liquid so it's a bit thicker than most recipes. The Italian sausage sates our appetites. There's also chicken breast, bell peppers, garlic, onions, diced tomatoes and tons of Italian spices.
Hubby also made polenta, a childhood recipe that his Italian grandmother would make. I'm not a huge fan. We also sliced and fried up potatoes so they are thin like potato chips and serve them atop the giambotta.
Look for yourself.. it was dee liss eee oh so! And delicious too by the way.
I barely had time to clean up the kitchen and digest this fine meal and it was time to tie on the tennis shoes, don a raincoat and head out the door for a family walk.
As I said in my previous post...I really don't give a hoot if we have a Sunday this week-end because to be honest.... Saturday was perfection.
Di
The Blue Ridge Gal
