slow cooked Sundays

By Monday morning the weekend is a faint memory, a blur of faces, food and the things that kept us busy.  I always find that an afternoon in the kitchen brings a few hours of zen to my weekend.  A trip to Mondo's the day before, an afternoon of trawling blogs and flicking the pages of recipe books leads me to the kitchen on Sunday for a few hours of meat time, I mean, me time.