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We had a few people over for lunch after a long hiatus. Part of it was pandemic induced but also the issue of getting rusty from lack of social contact. I seem to have forgotten how good it feels to have friends over share a meal, have a good conversation and remember happy memories. But that Friday evening after a day that left a sour taste in mouth, nothing felt better than planning and preparing the meal for the lunch on Saturday. I was on my feet for over five hours in the kitchen and trying to make a healing experience of it. The negativity that came from a toxic interaction at work could be turned into a energy that went into preparing a meal for me friends. It was a great time all around and particularly satisfying to have everyone get second helpings of food I had made. 

I have been known to cook in stress and often much more than is needed and the quality can be questionable. I made a very conscious effort to focus on who I was cooking for and how these folks were good and positive sources of energy in my life unlike the person whom I had a had a contentious time at work. That made it easy to give cooking the love and attention it deserved. I wanted it to be a happy and memorable meal for us all, for the afternoon to make happy memories for all of us. I met C's boyfriend for the first time that day and it seemed like my efforts had worked. He looked genuinely happy to be around us all, be invited to share our meal and the stories that got us together. 

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