no one called, no one wrote, no one even phoned
Tipper on the stereo, mixing bowl cradled in one arm, crying into the Christmas cake. A couple of hours before that, I was thinking how content I could be with a life of cooking for other people on a daily basis: slowly, carefully, properly, weighing and measuring, testing and seasoning. I find it very relaxing, very calming, when I have the time
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In better news, snail mail is currently wending its way to your lovely abode. Give it a few more days.
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