Meals for others

{Happiness is} A good meal. Sitting down to a nourishing meal is so comforting. My daughter’s classmate welcomed a new brother to the world. I offered to bring the family a meal. I tend to do that, maybe too often, just tell people I will bring them food rather than ask. I think it is because I know how erratic the days are with newborns and other small children in your care. The day can easily get away from you and the thought of supper often brings feelings of overwhelming deficiency. I spent the morning making short rib ragu. The kind that is sinfully delicious. This is not a healthy low-fat meal but a real deep nourishment of fats and protein and warmth. All things postpartum mothers need during recovery.