Tonight, I cook gumbo and drink red wine. Forgoing my yoga hour instead doing something lovely and unexpected.
I went to the store and bought sausage and shrimp and now I’m rouing up the holy trinity.
The kitchen smells of celery, bell pepper, onion — and coffee.
Because yes, I put coffee in my gumbo.
I might be from PA, but I know gumbo.
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