Yum, would like this now with a dollop of dairy free custard!
Coming home from a wonderful holiday is hard. I didn’t want to leave. Maybe it was because it was only one week, instead of two, but really I wasn’t ready to come back. I was not ready for the switch from a two-to-one parent-to-child ratio back to a one-to-one ratio. Not ready to return to dirt dishes, a messy house, and the million little jobs that still need doing. I liked living in a new house with only a few of our things. We certainly didn’t miss all that we left behind. Of course, if we stayed in the new place we’d acquire more over time, but it’s nice to pretend we wouldn’t.
There was still the usual cooking, which I was more or less happy about. I love to eat my own cooking, so it’s not too much of a hassle to do the cooking part as well. But…
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