It’s nice to be missed. Several of you have written over the past couple of days to ask why I’d gone silent. Thank you. It was enormously kind of you.
It had been a very busy week. A big food show to help put together, cooking classes – the days ran together to the point that I nearly panicked on Thursday thinking it was Friday and I had another class to prepare for. It was a huge relief to realize I had a day’s cushion.
Timing is everything in this life. The next day, Cupcake, my great big tortoiseshell cat was hit by a car in front of my house. No, I didn’t see it happen. I found her dead when I called everyone for dinner, and she didn’t appear. Cupcake appreciated her food. I could practically set a clock by her announcement that she’d like to be having some dinner, and now would be nice, damnitall.
Speaking of dinner, it’s time to make some for myself. The first part of the week I barely had time to eat, and then my appetite disappeared. So I guess feeling hungry is a good sign. It’s going to bed that’s hard. She always slept right next to me. Didn’t crowd me, didn’t have to have the whole bed, would sleep under the covers in cold weather. So I’m thinking a simple pasta tossed with garlic scapes from some kind neighbors, olive oil, Parmesan.
I miss her.