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My daydreams are taking me to weird and unfair places. Well...unfair in that I could never go there by making the right choices.

Lunch was at Panera, with Helen and 5 year old Belle. (Who can spread her own cream cheese on her bagel, thanks.) We talked about “comfort food...,” specifically, is there anything from childhood that is a true keeper, in the comfort food arsenal? Apart from the fact that I think of tunaroll cassafish (the kind made with soup and egg noodles,) with fondness, it seems that my segue from a standard American to mostly veg diet a couple of decades ago has rewritten my comfort food roster.

I love: grape leaves (dolmas,) hummus, udon noodles in miso broth, excellently-seasoned tofu, and Indian flatbreads with lentil dal. Foods that make me smile. So much for American classics. (with the caveat that I am truly enjoying the pickle they serve with sandwiches at Panera.)

In messy little blurts of indentured servitude in which the kitchen timer is boss, I’m getting the basement sorted. Jeff may be going to see Fallingwater with Helen in April. I may yet have my best chance to call junkbusters before summer.