My mother cooks

Sitting down to this properly tonight.

Starters as a main course, permanently. No explanation offered, none requested.

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.

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

Kindly, to myself as well.