Made this last night. A handsome slop. It was good. We have a proper kitchen now, by which I mean it has countertops, it has an oven whose door closes, and so cooking is less of a chore and more of an opportunity.
Like I said, train’s been flaky, so second time now the commute’s taken more than an hour. That and I’ve been working long days and weekends too, so cooking feels pretty good, feels like a deep-enough pit to dive into. Dishes of modest complexity, demanding of attention but not skill. That’s all.