I love the way sunshine sneaks into our home this time of year. Sometimes, a slant comes through the dining room windows and slides to a candle in the living room, making it glow in a way no flame can. Other times it dances down the hallway, alighting upon a small figurine or picture like a spotlight on a soloist. This morning, an angel ray slipped in and touched on a bottle of burgundy that was used in the beef bourguignon – our Christmas dinner. The shadow was so bright and clear, so large and illuminating, I grabbed the camera and tried to capture it.
Angel rays. Such a warm set of words. The term first came to me in a wonderful little called “Evelyn”. I wrote about it here, “Evelyn” is a moving story based on a true event of a man trying to regain custody of his three children when he is declared an unfit father. Evelyn, the oldest child and only girl, is told by her grandfather as she waits to be admitted to the girls’ home that the rays of sunshine coming through the window are the rays of an angel. Thereafter, angel rays appear at just the right moments.
Really, you must see “Evelyn”. Pierce Brosnan is the father and it is set in 1950’s Ireland. He even sings (and redeems himself, at least to me, of his singing performance in Mama Mia).
I was grateful for the shaft of sun, an angel ray, that warmed the kitchen this morning, reminding me of our delicious meal, the family that gathered, the moments together. Like Evelyn’s angel rays, it came at just the right moment.
(Ina Garten, aka The Barefoot Contessa, has never disappointed me with her recipes. I used her recipe, which is a bit time consuming, but worth every minute of preparation. It can be found here if you are interested. The only thing I would leave out is the pearl onions.)
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