Today is The Boy's first day of his new job. Over the weekend we helped him move to the city where he will be teaching. He is sharing a house with other people in his fellowship program. He has one roommate and a shared kitchen and common space with 5 other guys in the program.
The Boy is quite well organized so I didn't do much to help him get ready before he left, other than helping out with some laundry and cooking up some good farewell meals. He had sheets and towels from college that he packed along with his clothes. But there was one thing I hadn't anticipated, and it was totally out of character that I didn't focus on this - food! Of course The Boy is no longer on a school meal plan and will need to make his own breakfast, lunch and dinner. Will he starve?
I doubt it. The Boy and I have logged a lot of time in the kitchen together over the years and he has watched me cook countless meals. He has long been capable of making a meal for himself, and can get quite creative in a pinch. Of course, that usually counts on the fact that he is operating out of an already well-stocked kitchen. Yesterday, The Weatherman and I took The Boy to a grocery store where he stocked up on basics, from olive oil to pasta. As we cruised the aisles I gave him a mini-crash course on different ways he could use the ingredients.
He'll be fine. He's already at work now. Wonder how he's doing and what he made himself for lunch?
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