I Am My Mother's Daughter

I finally cooked the ground sausage I've had in my freezer for months to include in some soup I made tonight. 

I definitely snacked on pieces of the sausage several times while waiting for the rest of the soup to finish cooking. Whenever my mom cooks sausage, that's what she does. In fact, ground sausage is so yummy, she's probably just cooked it alone before simply for the sake of enjoying the delicious flavor. Sometimes she's gracious enough to let the kids have a piece or two. (My mom's "entitlement complex" is funny and well-deserved).

I'm not really a soup person, but it was pretty good tonight. And talking to my mom for a little bit was infinitely better. I can't think of anything right now that we fight about anymore - she's usually right about pretty much everything, and she knows to be careful talking to me about school - so it's become more of a friendly dialogue. We're growing together, mother and daughter, as we navigate new and ever-adapting experiences in our lives. She'll always be my mom, but it's fun to have her as a friend too :)