I spent all day making soup
this morning I harvested vegetables and herbs from our gardens, I spent all day preparing soup and bread shaped like ghosts for dinner, I am really proud of everything and how it tastes, it is beautiful. I am feeling down because it is just me at dinner, no one else in the household came. I find myself lonely a lot like this, I try not to hate myself for it but my thoughts always go to self hatred, like I spent all day doing this and constantly nurturing the soup. My partner will not even come sit outside with me while I eat, they will not eat it because there is a zucchini in it and I forgot they do not eat zucchini. The other two people are asleep I think. Everyone knew I was making the soup and when everything would be ready. It is a really good meal and I am super proud of it I just have no one to share it with and that feels upsetting. I come here for solidarity, for recognition of my labor, and for cheering up
I love harvest season and cooking to celebrate