Parsley waited patiently for breakfast while I mixed pizza dough

Pizza is on the menu tonight.  It’s that odd time of year when it can be warmer outside than it is inside.  Though today that’s not saying much, because it’s not a heck of a lot warmer outside.  Still, I refuse to turn on the heat.  It’s not that cold.  Tug on a sweatshirt, and make some pizza dough to proof for the day.  The hot, hot oven will warm up the kitchen nicely this evening. The week finished on a contemplative note.  I’m not a beware-Friday-the-13th person any more than I am one to plan (or enjoy) pranks on April 1.  I came across two stories in the local newspaper that both broke my heart, while at the same time reminding me that on any given day, we are surrounded by lots of very good people.  And at a time when we might have reason, Trenton’s mayor aside, to doubt the fact.  You can read the articles here and here.  You’ll see what I mean.  That a family could lose two young people at the same time is nearly inconceivable.  That their community would fold together around them is not.  Another family experienced a devastating fire.  I met Ellen, the woman helping to gather a replacement flock for their remaining dog, when she took a cooking class from me a couple of years ago.  She’s one of those people who stays with you:  a ranch woman, petite, beautiful, smart, and with the intuitive sense of quiet that comes from working closely with animals.  People step in to do what needs to be done when those suffering may not know how to draw the next breath.  Shocking and wrenching as each story was, I found myself feeling better for having come across them because of the simple humanity in each. Though neither story says so, you just know that both these families have been generously supplied with food so that they may tend to what they need to tend to without having to figure out how to also feed themselves, or even remember to do so.  Those who can’t rebuild a barn or a flock of sheep, who have no experience with incalculable loss, turn up with warm foods.  Which is what food comes down to.  It’s not about “foodies,” it’s not about cooking like a chef at home.  It’s about nourishing the body as well as the soul.  It’s about generosity, be it to one’s family, community, or even to oneself. Speaking of generosity, I am so very gratified by your response – locally, nationally, and internationally – to the Divas project.  I’m looking forward to baking at our local kitchen store with many good friends, as well as corresponding with bakers around the country and the world.  Just yesterday Dr. M. said she’d be baking with us from Afghanistan.  Spaces and dates are still available, so please let me hear from you.  Thank you, friends.  I hope for a rich experience for us all.


About thesolitarycook

I'm a chef, a cook, a teacher, a reader, a writer, a bike-rider, a dog- and cat-woman
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