I remember years ago, talking with Lenny about how we missed our lunch, only to have her very confused mother ask us why we didn't eat if we were hungry. "Oh no," we said, "I didn't say I missed lunch. I miss it. It was a really good lunch." Today, I found out, food longings may not run in Lenny's family, but it does in mine.
(on Thursday, Mother made tons of bamboo-wrapped sticky rice packets with a friend)
Moi: Are you going to have the pasta for lunch?
Mother: No. I miss my sticky rice. I'm going to have that.
Moi: Have you been away from it long? Didn't you just make it?
Mother: I didn't have any yesterday. Nor the day before.
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