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I was recently reading an article in Saveur’s December issue.  The article is entitled, “Personal Space: an editor’s kitchen reflects a lifetime.”  The writing is about Judith Jones (an accomplished cookbook editor who published Julia Child’s first cookbook), her kitchen and recent publications, and about how one’s kitchen can be a telling reflection of the style and personality of the cook who spends time there.  This was a thoughtful article, but what struck me the most were the pictures of Judith in her little kitchen and apartment, as well as the mention of her latest cookbook, The Pleasures of Cooking for One.

Judith talks lovingly about the design of her kitchen and living space, thoughtfully created and conceived by her and her beloved husband.  Every detail held special meaning to them, even down to the accidental garde-manger they created during renovation, reminding them nostalgically of the years they lived in Paris.  The pictures in the magazine spread show a tiny and elegant woman.  She stands in her kitchen, carefully cutting chicken; she sits alone in her cherished dining space, her beautifully lined face illuminated by candle light, gourmet meal before her (silver platter included) and a glass of red wine in hand.  Her smile conveys the anticipation of sharing her personal space with such an audience and a youthful giddiness radiates through her expression.  So much like me, she is surrounded by books in every room.  As I continue to read, I think, “Where is this husband of hers?”  My eyes read ahead to the title of her cookbook and I realized with sadness that he, of course, had passed away in 1996. 

I know that the author probably intended for me to be impressed with Judith’s quaint and thoughtful kitchen, to consider what message that my own kitchen may send to its guests, but instead I was instantly struck with the sadness of Judith’s solitude at her dinner table.   My mind wandered through a multitude of memories that are filled with laughter, love, memorable meals and even more memorable people.  I have shared countless days and evenings eating the best meals of my life with people that I love indescribably.  I pictured Judith’s life similar to my own, filled with these same common experiences.  Just like she and her husband lovingly created their perfect environment, so have Jon and I spent time sharing our dreams and hopes with one another.  Perhaps her kitchen and her home itself remain unchanged and are host to many lively dinners with friends, but some things in her life have definitely changed.  The realization that everyone will not always sit at the table and stand in my kitchen hit me with immediate force; it literally brought me to tears.  I cannot imagine not sharing my kitchen, my cooking, the experience of eating, the joy of a lazy evening, with the people that are dear to me.  Not one single person could go missing without drastically altering the fabric of my life; especially my husband – my one true love.  To me, the table is such a sacramental place.  How enormously blessed am I that I don’t have to sit at it alone? 

One of the most memorable (albeit simple) moments of my life was a time when Jon and I had just finished a delightful, weeknight meal; our home smelled delicious, candles were lit, music drifted through the house, my belly was full, and I was sitting next to the man I feel honored to share life with.  I specifically remember that my feet were stretched out and resting on the empty chair that sits across from me at our table, glass in hand, mind at rest.    I was struck, at that moment, with the sheer joy of being exactly where I was.  (A very rare moment for me and my chaotic mind!)

Since reading about Judith, I have considered in depth that these meals and experiences are even more of a treasure than I realized.  Of course they are some of the best times of my life, but also ones that are not always guaranteed.  I’ve experienced the truth of this in the painful knowledge that I will never eat another meal at 421 South Euclid Street, surrounded by my Grandma and Grandpa in what was one of my favorite kitchens.  I will never be able to pick another avocado or lemon out of their backyard.  Reading about Judith and her kitchen has caused me to realize the fleeting nature of our lives with a more poignant immediacy. 

That being said, I would like to thank everyone who shares these times with me, everyone who allows me to cook for them, everyone who has fed me well, everyone that sits around the table with me and hangs out in my kitchen, everyone that has shed a tear with me across the table, everyone that has squealed with delight over the perfect bite, everyone that has poured me a drink and danced with me while we cooked, everyone that has allowed me to gracefully unbutton my pants due to an overstuffed belly, everyone that has shared their dreams and listened to mine as we rested from our dining.  These are the best times and you all are a gift and a blessing to me, a beautiful part of my life that I cherish and appreciate.  And even though I am nearly one hundred percent certain that she will never see this, I would also like to thank Judith.  She’s helped me to think about how blessed we are to share these times with one another.  I hope she really has found pleasure in cooking for one, and that her kitchen is still crowded at times with friends and loved ones that fill her heart with joy.  And most of all, I am so thankful for Jon, who shares the table with me night after night and graciously receives my successes and failures in the kitchen.  While my love of food has been with me since childhood, he was part and parcel to the beginning of my culinary exploration in the kitchen.  I hope I never have to sit at the table without him. 

P.S.  And thanks to Becky  – who conspires with me about a full life and continues to encourage me to blog!

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vernazza - there is life outside my garage

vernazza - there is life outside my garage

Wow – I haven’t posted all week.  Terrible.  I haven’t really even wanted to cook.

There.  I said it.  I can’t believe it.  But it’s good to be honest.  The truth is, I’m in garage sale hell.  I am surrounded by boxes and old items and clothes and dust that seem to be multiplying magically, dividing and reproducing like little single celled organisms.  This was a fun project when it started (seems like one hundred years ago); I have really enjoyed seeing little awards, drawings and photos from my husband’s past.  It feels good to cleanse and purge. 

Now I feel condemned to this bizarre purgatory of boxes and upheaval; I am counting down the days until Saturday!  While I haven’t been inspired to cook (although I did have the eggwich for lunch again yesterday!) and therefore not inspired to post, I have continued to be refreshed by your responses to my questions from the last few weeks.  Every time I read about lavender or basil or strawberries I feel a little breath of fresh air.  Aaahhhh…

So my question this week is about your past – specifically what are some things from your childhood that you cherish or have held on to?  What’s hiding in your garage or tucked away in your closet?

For me:

1. my books

2. letters and cards from family

3. drawings and photographs (although I can’t find hardly any)

4. crayons

5. christmas ornaments

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little cruciferous beauties

little cruciferous beauties

My Aunt Valerie sent me some pictures of her second brussel sprout harvest; they’re beautiful.  I’m jealous that she grows these so easily in her backyard –  talk about “local” ingredients. 

Speaking of local, I have to admit that I am a bit tired of the overuse of “local” – the trendiness of it all has made it a tad too precious.  I’m sure that I don’t need to tell you the benefits of eating local ingredients- whether you are or aren’t a foodie, the American marketing machine is exploiting the local food movement at every opportunity. 

However, the intrinsic goodness of growing food in your own back yard or eating indigenous vegetables from around the corner does feel kinda good.  I have a few little herbs on my front porch – nothing like Farmer Val in Anaheim Hills. 

I do dream of a giant backyard garden, complete with gorgeous hanging fruits and vegetables, fertilized with my own rich compost, my plants pruned daily with joy and a light sweat on my brow.  I’m as wholesome as the veggie patch in my back yard…  I’m practically Jamie Oliver…  Ahhhh….

Okay, so that’s not reality – not even close.  Nevertheless, I do enjoy the few sprigs of rosemary that I can snip from the pot on my front porch. 

Farmer Val

Farmer Val

I’ve loved the responses that came from the last question I posed regardng ingredients, and now I am immensely interested in knowing what your favorite five “local” ingredients are – either from where you live now or somewhere that you have lived in the past.  “Local” can be from your back yard or from your state.  If you have a picture of a backyard harvest – send it to me and I will post it!

Please do think about responding – I cherish the growing community on this little blog.  In the meantime, here’s mine:

 

 

Georgia

  1. peaches
  2. vidalia onions
  3. okra
  4. collard greens
  5. green tomatoes

Texas

  1. okra
  2. pecans
  3. peppers
  4. beef
  5. prickly pear cactus fruit

Louisiana

  1. catfish
  2. andouille sausage
  3. king cake
  4. pralines
  5. trout

So I’m cheating a little bit on Louisiana…

California

  1. lemons
  2. limes
  3. satsumas
  4. grapes
  5. avocados

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little darlings

little darlings

Excluding bread and water, what are five ingredients that you could not live without?  Not dishes – individual items.  I’m really curious about this.  I saw the question recently and I’ve been thinking about my list, modifying, deliberating, agonizing (why?!) and returning to my original thoughts.  It’s more difficult than you think!  Here is where I stand at the moment:

  1. olive oil
  2. lemon
  3. garlic
  4. onion
  5. butter

Golly, that was hard.  Please tell me yours.  Do it.  Do it. 

Oh yes, and I’m including a picture of these gorgeous little baby artichokes that I found at the market.  They are so ridiculously beautiful that I have to share them.  I used them to make more artichoke and potato hash

So back to your list…

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