Sorry about the extended absence my friends, but there was some chaos. Ok there was a lot of chaos. Two weeks into the new year my husband's father was killed in a car accident, so we had to hoist anchor and head back to Florida to help sort out that situation. One of the things that happens when someone passes is that folks bring food. It's a small way to be helpful to those who are grieving, one less thing for them to think of, plan for and deal with. And gods bless them for it. There is so much to do once someone is gone, especially when it's sudden and there's no time to prepare. So my stepmom-in-law's refrigerator was packed to the gills, with more coming in every night. Deli chickens, casseroles, breads, cakes, pasta dishes crowded the kitchen. It was something to take our minds off of the sad tasks at hand, some small, good thing that we could do. I always think of this type of food as the original "comfort food". When we are sad, we eat to give ourselves some peace, some comfort and some control over our lives, because so much of it is not in our control.
So I gained about 4 pounds since the new year, which I now have to evict, along with all it's fat little friends. One thing I did have brought home to me was this. Whatever it is you mean to do, do it now. Tomorrow is not guaranteed to anyone, ever.
Tempus Fugit.
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