February 5, 2011
Why does my kitchen make me so happy?
There are a lot of things I cannot control, but steel cut oats? I can coax them into a warm, toothsome breakfast, with a sprinkle of cinnamon, Demerara sugar, and chopped almonds. Give me chocolate and butter and my kitchen scale and I can conjure a batch of my brownies. Set out a pile of vegetables, some bay leaves, peppercorns, & juniper and I shall render broth for Jill whose appetite has been thrown for a loop by chemotherapy.
I don’t know if love can be made liquid, if care and concern and hope and gratitude can make their way into a dish, but my time in my kitchen is my way of trying. It’s also nice to feel shockingly competent at something after spending the week being new; I’ve never been the spouse of a cancer patient before.
What brings comfort? For my mom, it’s the garden. For Jill, it’s hunting in the field. For others in my life: painting, computing, running, knitting. For you?
No new recipe today, just a list of dishes that have been here before, plus a last-minute link to last year’s round up of Superbowl Sunday favorites. Back soon, with a pizza!