Care package diplomacy

Alex showed up with this mysterious foil-wrapped bundle that turned out to be his mom’s empanadas, and suddenly we’re both eight years old again comparing whose family makes the best comfort food.

Care package diplomacy

Turns out his mom heard through the hospital grapevine that he’s been living on protein bars and spite, so she spent Sunday making enough empanadas to feed our entire nursing unit. The woman called him specifically to make sure he knew which ones were beef and which ones were cheese because ‘Alexander, you never remember to ask important questions.’

We ended up having this whole conversation about how our families still treat us like we can’t function without their intervention, and honestly? They’re not wrong. I’ve been subsisting on Greek yogurt and whatever Jake leaves in the fridge.

The empanada strategy session got serious

Alex is taking half of them to work tomorrow because apparently his mom specifically asked if ‘that nice Elena girl who keeps you from getting fired’ would try the cheese ones. I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.