Where's My F-ing Casserole?
Category: DIVORCE
My son hadn't had a home-cooked meal in eons, and I was certainly in no shape to be near sharp knives and a hot oven. "Where's my f-ing casserole?" the voice in my head said.  After all, I was mourning a death, too: the death of my marriage.
By Jennifer Evans Gardner, Contributor
Food and travel writer, co-author MERINGUE, mom, 2012-02-21