What is your secret

A gentle week, mostly.

Somebody asked what my secret was and I froze completely. Still working out what I want to say to that.

Sunday lunch at my grandmother's. Small plate, long afternoon, no drama, and she was happy.

My mother cooks. That is how she says it. So I eat what I can, slowly, and I say thank you, and we manage. It is not a problem to be solved.

Starters as a main course, permanently. No explanation offered, none requested.

Same time next week.