She stands shoulders slumped hands poised over the stove, her mind is far away.
One table spoon of this , a pinch of that ,the ingredients are not unfamiliar, she’s made this meal a hundred times.
The food is good , she thinks, it is a meal she had enjoyed many times before.
Today though, today she will not know, she cannot, she is cooking for the ones that can know.
It is a hard task I think for a woman on a diet to cook for a husband and child who is not.