Saturday, June 27, 2009
A Homemade Life
Food is, of course, a social thing, one of the most positive, primal ways of spending time with people, but eating alone is also an affirmation. It's a way of enjoying me.
Favorite Chapter from this book was Bonne Femme
-she enjoys Paris with her mother.....wonderful chapter that I absolutely enjoyed from the beginning to the end. Makes me wish I had this kind of relationship with my mother.
There is an infinite number of reasons, I think, for loving someone. I love Brandon for lots o things, no the least of which is the fact that we found each other at all. But if I had to name just one reason, it would be this: because he made my home-m city and my little place within it-feel, for the first time, like hom. It sounds sappy to say it so plainly, but I think you know what I mean. I wasn't lonely before he came along. I had no real complaints or grievances. Seattle was good to me. But with him, and everything that comes with him, it's so much better.
It helps, though, that I like mishmash meals, the kind where you reach into the refrigerator and pull out a few things that you need attention- a neglected block of cheddar, let's say, and the end of a salami, and some cornichons and olives and a grapefruit--and that's dinner. I am a very lazy person, really, and I am also easily pleased. For as much as I love to cook, I love even more when cooking is unneccesary, and when all I have to do is eat.