“You tell nice stories, and sorry to hear about your mom.”
It’s been almost seven years now, so that didn’t really bother me until a couple hours later, as I was driving home, I realized how much I missed sharing stories with her. I fell into a funk.
It is said that Irma Rombauer wrote The Joy of Cooking to recover from her husband’s suicide. One sure way to crawl out of a funk is to cook something.
I pulled up MacGourmet, wrote down a few ingredients and stopped by Safeway: