Tonight to celebrate my mom’s birthday and Mother’s Day (belatedly, thanks to a month in the MICU), we cooked and enjoyed a meal together via FaceTime. Her tech skills made it...interesting

But we made smashed potatoes (similar to a version I can’t get enough of since seeing the posts by @MDaware & @AdvocacyMD)...

...and spatchcocked chicken.

(Is there a gayer chicken preparation??)

My mom’s poor health means she’s not ending her isolation anytime soon. This socializing was really special for all of us

The feast even benefited our dog, who got to enjoy the results of me failing when trying to play cinematographer and Food Network personality all at once

The meal turned out to be https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😋" title="Face savouring food" aria-label="Emoji: Face savouring food">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😋" title="Face savouring food" aria-label="Emoji: Face savouring food">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😋" title="Face savouring food" aria-label="Emoji: Face savouring food">. And Ben’s tour of his garden was the icing on the cake.

I don’t know that there’s a point to this thread? But it brought me such joy when much else brings such anxiety. Anyway, hope you’re well.