Bought Michael Pollan’s “Food Rules”. Bought the Christmas issue of Jamie Oliver’s magazine. Watched River Cottage. Bumped into my Mom four times in the grocery, ate her magnificent dinner. Wanted her salad dressing recipe, there is no recipe, this and that. Bought four pomegranates and froze the seeds of two. Went to the farm but no one was home. Cleaned my refrigerator, organized my cupboards. Mopped my floor after a container of extra-dark cocoa fell and exploded all over the floor. Emptied the compost, then decided to take a walk. Inhaled fresh air for once.
Remembered that I gave up gardening last summer. Dreamed again of planting lettuces, of carrots and beans….dreamed of rows of veggies and herbs, dreamed of a bearded, shaggy haired man reaching across the rows with dirty hands, dreamed of warm sunshine and green shoots. Went inside and started a stew, from scratch. No recipe. This and that.
Made twisty rolls with Boo, watched the bread rise, apparently not enough. Fun twists looked a bit like dog poo piles and tasted like pretzels, with poppy seeds….or poopy seeds. Made last minute brownies with Ems. Dark chocolate brownies, with a small glass of milk. Dished up stew and rolls and brownies to take next door.
I love food. There is no denying it.
Life is too short to not have good food, a good wine.
The kitchen is clean, closed for the evening.
A good weekend.
“AVOID FOOD PRODUCTS CONTAINING INGREDIENTS THAT A THIRD-GRADER CANNOT PRONOUNCE”
–Michael Pollan, Food Rules