Wow.
I hadn't realized how much cooking a meal down here in my basement apartment would cheer my spirits. Wow. Now I see why my brother put up a sign that said "Mongo's Place."
I put six mini potatoes into my new toaster oven, set it to 400F and timed it to 40 minutes.
-- The potatoes smelled SO good while they were baking that my stomach started seriously growling. That was hilarious.
The timer dinged, I headed over and the tiny taters were done perfectly. Crunchy skins. Wow.
I took them into the kitchen, sliced them in half and put bits of stilton-and-cheddar over them. This place smells Amazing.
Today, today is the One Year Anniversary of my being back in Connecticut. On this morning, very early, Dad and I left Fredericksburg and drove north, through DC, through the Palisades, up the Merritt and on home.
So I figure that cooking my first meal down here is a fantastic way to celebrate.
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