It’s the part of Christmas break where cooking becomes difficult because all of my children are sleeping with the mixing bowls. Even though they haven’t thrown up since last week, the bowl’s silvery presence comforts them with some semblance of control over what is clearly beyond all of us. I’m hesitant to retrieve them. I don’t know if I can take another night of being dragged out of bed at 2 a.m. to change someone’s sheets.So I make do with the few remaining bowls, even though they are too small, piecing together tonight’s dinner out of various holiday leftovers. Even […]
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