Once upon a time, I lived among a houseful of people with eating patterns as varied as the dna of four family trees can spew forth.

last night’s dishes, 2008

Look at those dishes. Man, I miss those stupid dishes!

Anyway, should I revive my not-even-started project to document the dishes as a mother loving tribute to the day and not the riotous mess it really is, or not? LMK.

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