Dahl

I cooked my first meal here tonight.

As I was preparing the dahl I had an unexpected rush of memories. I have made dahl so often in the last two years, I suppose it's inevitable that I have a handful of emotional experiences assoicated with it. It was serendipitously fitting for my first cooking adventure here.

Heather was making a salad for herself at the same time and cut the end of her finger off. An equally unexpected memory has now been added to my dahl-related store.