You may remember that Justin has a new found love of culinary arts.
His new hobby might've been born out of the fact that many of his favorite pastimes are illegal this side of the Mason Dixon.
Side eye hunting and target shooting.
Regardless, he has become quite the chef and I make no complaints.
Our friend Ema is a chef at a fancy nyc restaurant, so last week I scheduled a date for her to teach Justin some knife tricks.
We poured some wine, cranked up the tunes and camped out in our kitchen for a few hours.
I was happily at home behind the camera while the two of them chopped and diced and julienned.
We talked favorite chefs and least favorite and laughed when Justin claimed the chicken was too hot to chop.
I don't think he'll ever live that one down with Ema.
The three of us gathered around our table, homemade chicken pot pie and spicy green beans the fruit of their labor.
These hot summer days, I am thankful for good food to fill us and friendships that truly nourish our souls.
Food for the body is not enough.
There must be food for the soul.