I Don’t Know Yet

At around 6:00 the other night, Abby made her way into the kitchen to ask what she usually asks at 6:00 when I'm in the kitchen.

"Mom, what's for dinner?"

Even though Andy had started hacking up a butternut squash about six hours earlier, even though I was standing there over a stock pot, wielding an immersion blender, minutes away from pureeing the cooke…