For the first time since I arrived in New Jersey, I cooked yesterday. This has been a part of my life that I have missed sorely since becoming a drifter in September. When will I realize (after five years away from home) that I no longer live as the third of six children in an eight-person household and therefore no longer need to cook as such? I now have eighteen cups of soup that I prepared yesterday in my freezer. Each of my loved ones is now welcome to as much crab & corn chowder as he prefers.
I was attempting to eat biscotti while preparing this post. Now I am left hoping that I fall under that esteemed category of persons who would not be kicked out of bed for eating crackers.