The smell of garlic and onions always brings my family to the kitchen. It makes me smile as this is an early stage to whatever I am preparing. It always draws them in. Tonight it was a spaghetti sauce for manicotti and a batch of meatballs for a later date. it’s a Saturday event to cook something everyone enjoys. One at a time family members take turns wandering in and out of the kitchen, dipping a finger, or bending to inhale the steaming fragrance. The sauce simmers and everyone stops by the kitchen to inquire as to when dinner will be. I chop and stir and check the recipe for spices. Fresh basil tonight instead of parsley. I love when the stores offer the little basil plants each spring. This I add and stir some more. I stuff the shells and into the oven they go to bake. I pour a glass of wine and sip while I prepare a salad. There’s plenty of time to make my own dressing. It’s Saturday. I set the table and swallow the last of my wine. The timer interrupts and I check the oven. Manicotti bubbles and oozes cheesy filling. We sit down and fill our plates and eagerly dip in. The compliments begin immediately. “Mom, this is so good.” ” What did you do different this time?” I hear from my husband. ” This is really good tonight.” ” Is there more in the pan, Mom?” It’s all worth the time I spent in preparation, from the shopping to the simmering. Happy. Content. Satisfied. Glorious Saturday.