Sarah and I have had a very strange week. One of those weeks where everything happens at once, my trusty bike Raelene Golden Wheel was stolen, the petrol from my car was syphoned, and on a much larger scale, Sarah rushed to rural NSW to see her sick grandfather who very sadly passed away on Wednesday last week. She is still at her grandfather’s farm with her family and Nanna. At the farm it has been raining for days, the night before her grandfather died he was walking around the veranda and checking on the livestock. For me it seems a little strange to be writing about a potato gratin in amongst all of this, but Sarah says all she has been doing for the past week is cooking. On Saturday she made this gratin for a family BBQ. I love the tradition of cooking for those in mourning; the comfort found in full bellies and shared meals.
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