I would love to eat a chocolate cupcake. Or a Babe Ruth candy bar ... oh, did I once love those! Or a bag of Cheetos
or a bowl of chips
Alas, Mela can have none of the above.
Actually, for some reason I've been craving spaghetti and meatballs with my grandmother's homemade gravy. But she's been dead for, oh, 20 some odd years. But I think I'd like to reinvent her sauce. And don't forget those handmade ravvies, carved from a small drinking cup out of the cupboard...
do I digress? sorry