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I used to love to cook. Not so much since John died. I’ve gone through various food preparation stages since then, but low grade depression keeps me from finding my level as it relates to putting food in my face.

I started off the year strong with this lovely bowl of noodles inspired by a chef I follow on Instagram. But there weren’t many moments like this throughout the year. There was a lot of Doordash and ready made meals. And not enough fruits and vegetables.

My antiquing friend in Bucks County lives near a DQ so for two weeks a large vanilla cone was a regular thing for me.

I did manage to pull together a turkey for Thanksgiving with my parents and sister. It was kind of interesting, when I’ve done this in the past, I always swatted away people offering help. This year I was calling out orders (requests?) to everyone in hearing range. It actually made things so much more efficient and less stressful. Who’d a thunk?