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.
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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