As usual, preparing tomorrow’s lecture on Peru caused me to develop an uncontrollable desire for a chupe de mariscos. So I ditched work and ran off to the grocery store.
I’ve been indexing since 8 am. I deserve a cooking vacation.
Once, we had a lot of leftovers so I didn’t cook after work.
“Are you OK, Mommy?” Klara asked. “Are you unwell? Why aren’t you cooking?”