Dinner

Erik Austin
Jul 16
1 min read

Every day, I make a full-on dinner—like, actual meals, not just "throw something in the microwave" moments. And I always make enough for both me and my mom. Most nights, I plate it and tell her, “Dinner’s ready,” like we’re in a cozy little diner that only serves two.

But there are days when she’s out at her AA meeting or just not home for whatever reason, so I leave the food out for her. And without fail, when she gets back, she’ll look at the dish and ask, “Can I have some of that… [insert whatever I cooked]?”

And I’m always like… Yes? Of course? That’s literally why I made it. It just cracks me up—like she thinks she’s asking for a favor, when in reality, she’s the reason I double the portions in the first place. 💁‍♂️🍽️

Cooking for someone else is one of the few ways I know how to show up—and even if it goes unspoken, I think she knows that.