I haven’t even left yet and my mother is already texting me to ask when I’m getting there so she can make food. I swear, ya’ll if I come back fat blame her. She’s cooking for an army, I swear. Does anyone else’s mother get insane over Thanksgiving week or is it just mine?
Hi! You seem to have become a sort of dinner consultant/therapist/cheerleader, which is delightful. I hope you don't mind if I ask a downer question--how do I will myself to make good food when I'm depressed, and feel deep down that I may not deserve proper nourishment? Than you, you're well.