Despite the stress, I do like to travel, and the comfort of returning home is a reward in itself. Coming home to my own kitchen, to food made by me, seasoned to my tastes . . . nourishment of the palate and the soul. A trip to the farmer’s market yeilded treasures fit for a feast: tender chicken breasts, golden potatoes, fresh carrots, green onions, heirloom tomatoes. I picked up some blueberry pesto, which was delicious with the chicken and potatoes. Ginger Man and I had a lovely homecoming roast for two on a restaurant plate with a glass of white wine and a cat on each lap. I feel recharged.