she can cook.

hey guys.
it's been one helluva week,
and my version of the weekend is finally here...
my skin is crawling,
no jokes.
like,
the whole outer surface of my body is falling off.
uh-huh.
neighbors,
anxiety is a F* of a thing.
turns out,
woodstoves create drier than dry air,
with nary a hint of moisture in it.
and,
bitter cold outdoorsiness is devilishly low in humidity as well.
and,
when both of those b!tches get together at once?
i get itchy,
and then i get stressed,
and then my stress makes me itchier,
and the itchier i get the madder i get,
and the madder i get,
the worse all of it continues to become.
a force multiplier of epic epidermal eczema or somethin'?
yeah. it seems like it.
anyway,
i'm sloughing and scratchin' and hatin' and hurtin'
and all of it keeps getting worse and worse and worse....
it seems like worsening is the only thing that's reliable anymore.
so,
you can just imagine the relief i felt at coming home to this:

yessiree.
amber can cook, kids.
and that's so expert.
mushroom wellington?
yeah!
i dunno what it is,
but i know that it has pureed veggies and a whole portobello
in between flaky golden puff pastried hottness,
and that the date sauce took hours to stir and simmer,
and the carrots and the squash and the asparagus on the sides
were all perfectly prepared,
and timed just right for me to come home to warm dinner,
and a well-stoked fire,
and candles,
and all sorts of homey goodness.
on the real,
after an awful day of doo-doo buttery people and places,
that home-cooked homecoming made a whole lot of road trippin',
and hard stylin',
and hard feelin' all wash away into a warm bellyful of good things.
i am grateful for the time i've been given,
with the people who really know how to take care.
i couldn't do it without 'em;
never quiet, never soft.....