In an effort to spare us all, I did not treat myself to that last portion of cauliflower soup last night (I ate that for lunch today instead – yum). Instead I did that thing I do sometimes when my dashing husband is out of town and Ernest has a friend over and I heat them up a frozen pizza: I ate nothing. Or everything, it depends how you look at it. I didn’t eat dinner as I think of it: a meal on a plate or in a bowl at a table. I grazed just how my momma taught me: a bit of cheese here, a few crackers there, some cauliflower florets a bit later, some pieces of preserved lemon all puckery and salty after that. I thought of taking pictures of each and every step, but that would have really ruined the spirit of the graze, the essential appeal of which is its spontaneity, its thoughtlessness, the random nature of the proceedings.
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