One of my favorite foods, and one that is rather expensive to buy fresh, is ravioli. I decided to make some yesterday. Although the pasta was thicker than it should have been, I can see that it isn’t going to be as hard as I thought to make it a regular practice.
These bouts of domesticity come in waves, like wearing makeup. When I do them, I do them all. I am a slave in the kitchen, baking, cooking, cleaning. That was yesterday. Today I will eat popcorn and have a nap in the middle of the afternoon.
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