Hi there. I know I’ve been away for a bit. I know it’s been a little quiet over here. I wish I could tell you (as I usually do) that work, Halloween planning, big school decisions, friends, life, and a million and one everyday things kept me too busy. I wish. I wish for the insistent demands of the many mundane things that usually vie for my attention. Vie for all our attentions. That steady, sometimes tedious, sometimes dull, sometimes frenetic, yet steady thrum of normalcy. I wish.
My father is sick and has been in and out of the hospital for the past few months. He was diagnosed in May and it’s been a locomotive out of control since then. There have been bright spots…of hope, of fight, of a light seemingly just within reach. But a lot of it has also been uphill, bleak, worry, dread. Some days I don’t know which way is up. I don’t know what I’m doing really, or where this is going. I do know though to put on foot in front of the other and keep going. One foot in front of the other. One day at a time. Get as much information from the doctors as possible. Relay this to everyone concerned. Get work done every free second I have. Be happy in front of dad, even if right now he is mostly asleep. Check that the kids don’t run out of food. Call the laundry to get our clothes picked up. And, most importantly, tell dad I love him every time I catch his eyes open. Check, check, check…have I done everything?
(Also: Why couldn’t I have been born one of those people who lose their appetites in times of anxiety?)
It goes without saying that not much cooking has been happening around these parts. The yearning I feel to put my hands on food, to chop vegetables, to massage a marinade into meat, is so palpable it’s almost physical. Not for anything else but that cooking is one of my best therapies. So, maybe (definitely) this will happen soon, but until then I’ll be sharing with you some ways to fight food waste and make the most of leftovers…a cause very dear to my heart. And something I’ve had to do a lot these past weeks as I cooking has taken the backseat. That will be up here soon – I hope you will find it as useful as I do.
In any case, I am back here simply to tell you that I’m still here. That this isn’t just a food blog but a place where I go to for sanctuary. My own personal space, since the day I put up that first hopeful post, and until now. So I’ll be back, that is for certain. Writing here, without rules or deadlines, cooking and sharing recipes, sharing ideas, sharing life…puts me right. So this is just a little note to say “hi, hello” and “I hope you stick around because I need a virtual hug right about now”.
Wishing you a good weekend…hug as many people that you can!
that you can!