I was feeling a little guilty over advocating alchohol as a pain soother in my last post, but my guilt was assuaged when I received an email from my friend Angela in Santa Monica.
She wrote, “Sorry to hear you had a grief burst and about your MINI ding. But I’m all in favor of your non-pie pick-me-up. In fact, ever since I saw your picture of a cocktail and sweet potato fries and I was dreaming of nothing else. So last night I gave in. I realized I had the fixings of a strawberry margarita and a yam in the fridge. Not as elegant as yours, or as gutsy as going to a bar alone, but delicious nontheless. I took a picture and made a toast to you for the inspiration. Thanks!”