Tonight I cooked dinner for the family. I had help: they subscribe to a service that delivers ingredients and recipes right to the door, all conveniently packed in a refrigerated box. The recipe for sloppy joes was very easy to follow — even though I went off-book with the spices because I believe in cumin and cinnamon and cayenne — and I liked the oven-baked potato wedges. The star of the meal for me was the salad of Tuscan kale, carrots, shallots, white wine vinegar, and mayonnaise.
It was a joy to cook with a nice hob and oven. Our flats in Edinburgh had temperamental kitchen appliances, and it was a challenge to replicate results from meal to meal.
Zen ventured out more today, and had a few run-ins with Jack. Despite hissing and paw-waving, no one was harmed. There was even a brief Zen/Cinnamon meeting, although Zen’s back was turned. Cinnamon looked horrified and will probably hide for the rest of the time we’re here.
Writing from: a drowsy guest-room in Marin. Listening to: frantic wind-chimes in the courtyard.