Dinner for One and Many

Matt is away tonight which is always a little bittersweet. Time alone in your home is nice, but you build the home to share it with people you love. Life intrudes. Work demands. I resigned myself to dinner alone and picked up some stuff to thaw. I don't cook for myself all that often, so it felt fresh and intimidating. It felt freshly intimidating. I got the pots out, impressed by their weight and craftsmanship. I was shocked we had purchased such wares when I remembered we hadn't. They were a gift from Lucy, an incredibly generous friend who was downsizing. I set the table with my mom's china. To the right I put a cloth napkin, a wedding present from Margaret. I poured the last of a

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