Often I am asked what I miss when away from home for months at a time. It is a curious question that only RVers (or maybe people with a second home) will understand.
I have been asked if I miss sleeping in my own bed. No. I sleep in my own bed in the motorhome every night. With the same husband. We have all the comforts of home, with only a bit of the responsibility of home.
Still, there are a few things I miss about being away from home.
On this trip I really missed My Mom. Nearly every destination on our Deja Vu All Over Again tour we had visited with My Mom and Dad. A few places (such as Mexico) we had never camped without her. It is a process. Since her death this winter, we all have tried to continue on as she asked, but everyday there is a memory, a reminder - and let's not forget the mirror - so we will never forget her constant loving presence in our lives.
I miss my treadmill. Since we have a treadmill at Taylor Manor, there is no excuse to not exercise due to weather, questionable neighborhoods, hills, etc.
I miss my hot tub. No explanation necessary.
I miss my grocer, but I am a well-known freak-for-food-nut-job.
Ignore the last sentence.
But mostly I don't miss a thing while we are away. I am with My Beloved in a luxury motorcoach with high speed internet.
We have radiant floor heat.
Why go home?
I have been saving a file-full of recipes to try once we returned home... since I rarely seemed to cook on this trip.
Blame Palm Springs.
Blame San Francisco.
So, tonight I prepared a strangely wonderful recipe from famed veggie blogger, Heidi Swanson/101 Cookbooks - Pappardelle with Spiced Butter. Though you may require triple by-pass surgery, this noodle dish is certainly interesting.