I Cook And I Chat. That's What

That's A Horrible Thought. I Guess Cheese Or Wine. I Think I Might Be Too Depressed To Eat If I Had To Eat Only One Thing For The Rest Of My Life.

I Live In, Literally, The Same Home When I Was Swiping My First Bank Card And Wondering If I'd Have To Put Back The Charmin. We Still Don't Have A Dishwasher. My Mom Has Done All These Gardens So Now My House Looks Like The Garden Shack In The Middle Of Versailles.

I Don't Know That I Have A Favorite Meal. When I'm Cooking I'm Thinking About The Person I'm Feeding And I Want To Make Them Whatever They Want. My Husband's Favorite Meal Is Carbonara. I Guess My Favorite Food Is Anything My Mom Makes. Because Like Anybody Who Loves Their Mother's Cooking, If You Try And Make Your Mom's Recipes, They Never Taste Quite The Same. And I Don't Know If That's Because She's Lying About What She's Putting In There And Just Not Telling Me. Like When I Turn My Back, She's Sneaking Something In There. It Just Never Seems To Taste The Same.

I'm An All-things-in-moderation Kind Of Person. I Do Eat A Warm Donut Occasionally. I Especially Enjoy A Cider Donut When I'm Apple Picking. I Don't Think There's Anything Wrong With That.

I've Never Been A Huge Sweets Eater, And I've Always Loved A Mediterranean Diet. We Eat A Lot Of Dark Leafy Greens, And A Couple Meals Each Week Are Meat-free. We Enjoy Eating A Balanced Diet.