Rush to the car. Rush to the store. Rush to unload. Rush to pre-heat. Rush to organize. Rush to perform minor surgery. Rush to clean (and remove evidence of minor surgery). Rush to prep. Rush to oven … and then calm. No more rushing. Not today anyway …
Roast chicken, cornbread dressing, pan gravy, simple salad, gentle conversation with a wise, old lady.
And a renowned chef told me the chicken looked “professional.” That’s a bonus.
Sappho Rising 