I had to think back to the days when I was balancing the world and still making every single meal...or people would stare at me with forks in hand and heads turned sideways. Where is our food? Now in the weary days...when I'm not feeling so hot...there is someone who says, "I got this!". It's quite the feeling.
A big pot of homemade soup from real stock becomes dinner. This time it was ground chicken and fresh spinach and a pantry half full box of farfalle. It was soothing and delicious and a hug in a bowl. Thanks for feeding us yet again, Toots...thanks more than you know.
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