Visiting my parents is always like starting a quest. I always come back home with a full inventory of high-level spoils: like days’ worth of leftovers from a great dinner, wholesome produce, bottles of wine and homemade desserts.
And that bottle of extra virgin olive oil I’d been waiting for to go on sale.
And dishwashing soap.
And toothpaste, thanks mom I still have a few tubes of that but—
—no complaints. The hunger pangs that accompany my life of academia are magically gone.