The night before they left we prepared a late night feast. How nice that was- fire in the living room, wine aplenty, all of us busily creating our portion of the meal while catching snippits of this or that conversation. Laughing. Supporting one another. Sharing a joint and talking well into the night. After all that work we ended up with a meal consisting of brussel sprouts and squash, kale, more brussel sprouts, more squash ("squash surprise"), and dahl soup. I kept searching around my plate for a different offering and only finding more brussel sprouts or kale. Or squash. Hilarious but nobody minded. It is nights like this that fill me up. And I am not referring to my stomach, although I think I felt ill from so many veggies.