I did our taxes yesterday; revisited the mind-bending reality that we spent over $24,000 on medical bills and health insurance, recalled the angst-filled trip to the bank last March to cash in savings bonds, pondered how much less we spent with no place to go … filled in all the little boxes that defined 2020.

In the end, I breathed a sigh of relief as TurboTax spat out the conclusion that we are due a $404 refund. Fine. Done.

The rest of the day was far more pleasurably spent. I took a half-hour walk. Stitched a Superb Owl and wrote a blog post. Thought about what to fix for dinner, which was good enough to be worth documenting for future reference:

1040 Chicken

• Rotisserie chicken cut into bite-sized pieces
• Queso fresco cheese, crumbled
• Grape tomatoes, rough cut
• Chorizo, fine dice
• Frontera tomatillo sauce
• Shredded Mexican blend cheese
• Crumbled tortilla chips

You’ll notice there are no quantities. That’s how I roll. Everything was put into a Pyrex dish and tucked into the oven to get bubbly hot while some Royal Blend mixed rice cooked on the stovetop. The rice was my base, the assemblage was my patchplay. The dinner was delicious.

And because I wanted to celebrate, dessert was some underbaked, crustless fudge pie nuked to molten, then draped over vanilla ice cream and topped with crushed raspberries and freshly whipped cream.

Now that’s a day worth remembering!