At the end of a week during which my mom seemed especially tired, and a week during which every conversation with the man who loves me contained the words cancer, or chemo, or radiation, this is what I cooked:
Artichokes. Pasta with pistachio/spinach/basil pesto. Heirloom tomatoes with basil and fresh mozzarella.
My friend Paula arrived with a lots of wine and chocolate.
And she brought her dog.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go eat some more chocolate.