I just wanted to say thank you for cooking me dinner, even when it was hot, even when you hadn’t slept all night, even when we ate nothing but pasta and grilled cheese.
Thank you for not making us eat the broccoli. For always buying too many oranges. For cutting our sandwiches into puzzles, jigsaws of white and whole wheat bread.
Thank you for buying hormone-free milk before it was in style. For letting us figure out that three cupcakes is two cupcakes too many. For baking chocolate chip cookies without chocolate chips.
Most of all, thank you for cooking with me. Thank you for chopping the onions, washing pans caked with oatmeal, and for always pouring in the sour cream. I’m cooking for myself this summer, and I think of you when I burn my fingers on the oven door.
* All meals cooked, photographed, and eaten by author.