Comfort food

She ate biscuits and gravy at the counter of the local diner, and it felt like she was eating her childhood.
Right down to the tired waitress armed with a saucy joke for the regulars and a pot of bad coffee. All she was missing was her dad for quiet company, and the toothpick and pack of gum he always brought her at the end of the meal.

She was going to have to skip lunch or ski extra hard today to make up for the calories but it was well worth the memory it jogged for her.

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