I Really Must Spatchcock a Chicken

Last night I made wild foodie promises to the DH (and foodie kiddies) about making marinated spatchcock chicken for dinner, accompanied by a Greek salad and new potatoes. Yes, the sun is shining in England, and I'm all of a Mediterranean vibe. However, I've been faffing around in the garden all morning, pulling weeds in a lackadaisical fashion and drinking coffee with real purpose and dedication. Frankly, I'm not in the mood for spatchcocking...I've told the DH time and time again, that I must be in the right frame of mind for such things (phnar, phnar). However, I've got to get on with it as I'm off to a yoga class soon. I haven't been to a yoga class in years, but I made the mistake at mentioning to a few friends a the school gates that I might attend a class and it all snowballed, so that my "might" became a definite social event. I'm sure I'll enjoy it when I get there, it's just the last time I went, back when I was a teen, the class was full of militant hippies who'd just eaten piles of mung bean stew. When they all bent down to do the "Salute to the Sun" ...well, the answer my friend was blowing in the wind, and it was enough to make my eyes water.

You know, I didn't come online to make fart jokes, honestly I didn't. It's just that I read something really great last night and I'd like to share it with you.

...that everyday, ordinary life lived faithfully is where the glory of God is best reflected - in our homes, communities, jobs, our art, charitable enterprises, and so on. Of course, the truth is told and believed first (truth has content), but after that comes the actual living, being and doing.

Ordinary home life matters for everyone. How we arrange children's lives matters terribly. Starve them physically, emotionally, or mentally; cheat or abuse them in their formative days, and we will throw away their opportunity to develop properly. We can and will destroy lives. And this is a most terrible thing. Not only will their personal lives be damaged, but if that damage involves enough young human beings, the culture will become distorted.

Most of us feel we live in distorted communities. Many people are already so scarred that they can no longer enjoy the simple things in life - such as nature, good conversation with friends with laughter punctuating thought-provoking discussion, a meal enjoyed in leisure, the company of a child, the peace and quiet of gazing at an afternoon sky as one rests after work, lingering over a cup of tea.

Taken from For the Family's Sake, by Susan Schaeffer Macauley

Wasn't that good stuff! Now, I really must spatchcock that chicken. Anon, fellow huswives!