After the chef and I split up a few years ago, I started to eat out after soccer practice or baseball practice or just with friends so the kid-let and I wouldn't go home to stare at only each other. I worked hard to build a community of friends to support me in the dreaded night time battles - the dinner wars, if you will.
Now that the chef stays with us again, it feels good to go home after events to eat together as a family. To engage each other with stories of our day, sharing the ups and downs of work and school - you know like a family unit traditional style. It feels good. It feels right - my community of friends felt right too, very, very much so. It feels like the light after the dark seeing my son's eyes light up knowing his father will be there when he gets home or that his dad will hang out over dinner and listen to his stories. It's different. It's good.
Tonight, we'll eat pizza at home. I bought dough from Lucca's, made tomato paste for sauce, the chef cooked all the veggies off today - we're good, solid, on firm ground and ready to eat pizza for three.