The Best Thing I Ever Tasted

Twenty-four hours. Three planes. Not enough legroom even for a person whose legs are barely three feet long.

And when I got back, a kitty who seemed almost disbelieving. She spent the evening staring at me dubiously, but I found her snuggled up against my legs when I woke up this morning.

I'm at my parents' house for Thanksgiving week (before I go back to seven weeks of temping -- the spring semester starts at the end of January, and I've got to earn some money before then). This morning I went down to see what I could cook myself up for breakfast.

It ended up being an omelette with cheese and tomato and chili powder (you can take the girl out of Andhra, but...) and an apple.

I had asked my mother to make sure there were apples.

And that apple, so fresh and so cool and so crisp, was the best thing I had tasted in months. Better even than ladoos.

Welcome home.