The thing I miss most about living closer to family is Sunday afternoon. As a kid, on Sunday afternoons, I could be found at my grandparent’s house. Everyone was there—my parents and brother, and my uncles with their wives and children. My grandma made a meal of comfort food (pork roast and mashed potatoes) and we all sat down for it. Passing food and laughing. That’s what I remember. That’s what I miss.
I’m on my fourth week of making a meal of comfort food (today was beef stroganoff with sauted green beans and a salad)—attempting to create something similar to what I grew up with, but with just us, the four of us.
Before dinner we carved pumpkins.
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