Starters as a main

A brief account of the week.

My mother cooks. That is how she says it. So I eat what I can, slowly, and I say thank you, and we manage. It is not a problem to be solved.

A wedding. Three courses I could not face, a table of people who noticed, and a very kind waiter who boxed it up without saying a word.

Sunday lunch at my grandmother's. Small plate, long afternoon, no drama, and she was happy.

Session Thursday.