"Clafoutis" has been ringing through my head.
I needed a project, a chance to bake something, and not just grab something no bigger than my hand from the refrigerator.
While my parents sat with Baby Bean and cooed at her on the couch, I didn't take a shower. Or write emails. Or take a nap.
I made clafoutis, gluten-free.
Oh god, I'll be making this again. Maybe for breakfast tomorrow, for Danny.