My mother cared about food presentation. Plastic containers weren’t allowed on the table, whether she was entertaining large gatherings, or cooking a simple meal for our family. Everything had to be dished out and put into a proper bowl. This included ketchup and mustard. And though not quite as stringent, I’ve become the same way. When I’m sitting down for dinner on my own, I plate my food as if I was serving it to customers in an upscale restaurant. It gives me a sense of self care. And the meal tastes better, too.
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