Late in the evening I made chili. I had spent a good part of my free hours talking to various family members about weighty family issues and making chili seemed the right way to close the day.
My cooking has been growing increasingly simple – nudged in that direction by Ed who prefers simplicity over anything fussy.
We eat the chili late into the night, keeping a half eye on the TV screen and another at our laptops.
In my mind, I am contrasting my very, very quiet life to the one described in the previous post, where tumult is the order of the day.
Ed is drifting off and so I flip off the DVD. It is incredibly still in the condo. I finish writing and go to sleep. Only to be awakened in the middle of the night by someone helping himself to a second bowl of chili.