I tend not to cook much during the week. Come to think of it, I tend not to cook much on the weekends either. But I do sometimes. This was the case the weekend before my mom died. In anticipation of the first week of fall term for me I made a batch of chili and a batch of my mom’s potato soup. Which turned out to be a really nice choice given the circumstances. So when Tuesday came and we were notified of her death and the ensuing chaos and confusion set upon us, we had a couple days worth of food the get us by.
After everyone was notified, my friends took over the cooking duties. They made us enough meals to feed us for a couple weeks. Which was so great. Not having to figure out what to feed everybody was a relief. Of course, we still had to think up food for the kid, since he’s almost as picky as I am. But that was much easier to do. I love leftovers anyway. That’s usually what I eat for breakfast.
But I didn’t know that sometimes they could save your life…
or at least your sanity.
Today I am grateful for friends, food, and family.