Posted on: March 30, 2010

Sometimes while I am chopping mushrooms or the dish of the day up into shapes that fit my mood of the moment, I pause and stare in wonder at the ingredients before me, having a curious moment of epiphany of how easy it is for me now to suddenly whip up a lunch meal, or full dinner that my stomach is in agreement with.

The wonders of being dependent on myself for food.


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