The day my son was born, I had taken off from work with big plans to cook all day and stock the freezer in preparation for his impending arrival.
I’m not always great at planning ahead, but I felt really on top of things this time. I had freshly dried pinto beans from the farmers market soaking in a big pot of water on the stove, a vegetable bed overflowing with swiss chard and a pile of potatoes on the kitchen counter.
The baby wasn’t due for a another month and, if all went according to plan, I’d have a freezer full of homemade soups, potato knish, and pinto beans simmered with swiss chard waiting for me when that day finally came.
All did not go according to plan….