[1]At a dinner party I attended recently, the host’s mother brought out a lavish first course that she’d prepared for her son’s guests. After complimenting her, she told me that since living alone she never cooks for herself. That surprised me given her talent, and I immediately responded, why not? Who is there better to cook for? It proves that you’re loved. I’m not sure she agreed. Regular readers of FPS will know that I wasn’t being glib. I believe it and I live it and I hope you do, too.
Contest [2] update: Apologies for the delay in announcing the winner. There’s been a shortage of books from the publisher, which I hope will be sorted out by next week.
Knitted comfort food by Jessica Dance [1]