salad

bursting with goodness Getting back into the kitchen took a while after Dog’s death. On the first attempt, I opened the fridge and dissolved into tears. The second time, I made it as far as the chopping board before falling apart. (we ate a lot of meals out last week). The problem is that no other place in the house has as many memories for me. Even now, a week later, I can still almost see him out of the corner of my eye – impatiently waiting for his ...