Baleen and I had an evening meeting with a potential night doula. It was 6:30 in the evening, toward the end of our day, but likely the beginning of hers. The email to arrange tonight's meeting arrived at 2am, which would be worriesome were it to come from an 18-yr old babysitter, but fine from a night doula as that's smack in the middle of her work day. Maybe she has pancakes for dinner.
We didn't. We had the second night of Baleen's chillingly good chicken curry. It's a meal of determination, one that required stops to three differenct grocers to find real curry paste, not a liquid curry sauce, and one that made her proud again.
Because the last time she made it, for Jimmy O, she didn't travel to three grocers, but got that curry sauce from the first one. Though it tasted fine to me, it didn't taste fine to her, and she'd been counting down the days until she'd get another chance.
We didn't. We had the second night of Baleen's chillingly good chicken curry. It's a meal of determination, one that required stops to three differenct grocers to find real curry paste, not a liquid curry sauce, and one that made her proud again.
Because the last time she made it, for Jimmy O, she didn't travel to three grocers, but got that curry sauce from the first one. Though it tasted fine to me, it didn't taste fine to her, and she'd been counting down the days until she'd get another chance.
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