A Friday. The kind where my husband was home early and we wanted a thing you eat with one hand while you’re watching something on the other screen. Thai basil chicken over rice - ground meat, a jammy brown sauce I made hotter than I meant to, a handful of Thai basil from the pot on the sill, a fried egg on top.
I made him a coke float because the light was hitting the table the way it hits the table only in April, the kind of glare where the sun feels like a promise. He sipped it for about a minute before asking if I wanted him to make me one. I did.
There isn’t much more to this than that. Some dinners are bowls and floats, and that’s the whole post.
