NaPoWriMo Day 30

April Is The Mulest Month

I felt really happy last night,
which was strange. Spent all day
cooking. Thought about nothing
but the history of the dish, the
combination of flavors folded in
at just the right moment. I was
in the zone--even the empanadas
were perfect. The Mules were in
the other room watching baseball,
ruining their dinner. By the time
everything was ready, they'd fallen
asleep, and I ended up eating by
myself. It was kind of nice.