...is what one gets from constantly stirring huge pots of steaming this or that. I've been cooking for ten this week, due to my significant other and his family. M's mother is in the hospital and not doing well at all, I 'm afraid.
Seared pot roast with gravy and little pearl onions. Enchiladas with white basil sauce. Tonight it'll be chicken and rice, some parker house rolls and frozen green peas, probably.
I keep thinking that folks from southern California would prefer something a little jazzier...but I was wrong. Possibly at a time like this they need comfort food instead of Cobb salad and sushi.
So.
Those of us who can't change many of the hurtful things in this world tend to just...cook.
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