Last weekend, a friend was incredibly nice and invited N and I out to the cabin in Big Bear she and her boyfriend were staying at. N and I went to Big Bear once last year, but we were going out there because I was cycling in Tour de Big Bear. In between my practice ride with friends and the actual event ride, we didn’t get to spend that much time together. Or really in Big Bear. This was a perfect opportunity to have a weekend in Big Bear together.
My friend and her boyfriend had been out there a few days before N and I were planning on driving in. She called me night before N and I were leaving and said, “Please bring a pasta and some kind of sauce to go with the turkey we’ve got out here. We’ll use it for a dinner.”
A recipe I had been meaning to try instantly popped into my head. “Done! We’ll see you there!”
The weekend was great. Relaxing, quiet, and slow. We made no plans to rush anywhere, my friend and I brought crafting stuff while the boys read or drew. My friend and her boyfriend would do something, N and I went out and explored. When our night came to cook, they asked, “So what kind of pasta did you bring? Did you bring a red or white sauce?”
“Neither,” I said. “We’re going to have Thai meatballs with your turkey, soba and a miso sauce to pour over it.”
Their eyes got big. It made me so happy.
After all of the cooking, stovetop issues, and elevation adjustments, the four of us sat down for dinner. One of the quietest dinners I’ve ever sat at. Seconds (and thirds!) were had. Whatever was left, my friends decided to eat for breakfast! This is why I love food. It’s not just how good it tastes or how good is it for you, but it’s about sharing and making new memories.