It was all those things but it was also, generally, noticeably restrained in terms of flavour, and complicated and time consuming to make: most
dishes had
multiple components that had to be individually
prepared.
When my husband returned on the third day, I was wearing one of his shirts because mine were all in the washer, the floor was covered in toys and burp cloths, the
dishes weren't washed, there was no grown - up food in the house, and I hadn't showered in two days, but I had survived my first real test as a parent of
multiples and while I was sure it wasn't the last trial I'd face, I'd learned a lot to
prepare me for the next one.