All the house guests and travelers are finally gone. The day is sunny and the house is quiet, only a little rustle of leaves here and there.
For lunch I ate cold roasted chicken, standing up, in my kitchen. I plucked little pieces from the bone and licked my fingers. Delicious.
This is not a meal for every day! But today it was perfection.
1 comment:
ah, so familiar. the art of eating alone, standing up in the kitchen. there is something freeing about that, esp when it involces just eating, no cooking.
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