He cut up the linguine with hair scissors, because he knew somehow what I would need when I began breastfeeding. It was the best meal I’ve ever eaten
The best gestures usually arrive when you are bone-tired.
Mine was a bowl of ragu pasta, my first meal after leaving hospital with our newborn son. I ate it in bed. I have no idea what time it was. You might have heard a lot of tall tales about that first slice of flaccid toast you eat in hospital after pushing out a baby. This was my flaccid toast.
