Thursday, November 13, 2003

there were so many people here today. i made twice-baked potatoes for four, then there were six. i made the potatoes last; i fried some more with onions. it feels odd to cook for others; i don't remember doing it before but i remember the ritual. they liked the food; they complimented me for completing the ritual. i think cooking for someone is the most important form of bonding.

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