Moth has been a loving, stalwart, caring companion to Alice all the way through the long grind that's encompassed by 6 sessions of chemotherapy - so much so that she's earned the title of Nurse Moth. Here she is, keeping the knees warm at breakfast - Cream of Wheat, for Alice, which I thought was a strange American invention, until I realized this is semolina by another name. I grew up eating it with jam - usually raspberry jam. Indeed, I didn't know there was any other way to eat it, but Alice heads for the milk and brown sugar. I'm sure my mother made it with sugar from the get-go - my memory is definitely of a sweet gooey substance. This disquisition on semolina has led me away from celebrating Moth, which was undeserved, given the fact that we should all be celebrating her virtues.
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