In The Company Of None
I am reading Alone In The Kitchen With An Eggplant, and even though I'm not finished – I highly recommend it if you haven't read it. It's a compilation of short essays about cooking and eating alone and it's making me think a lot about food and the way we all approach it. I'm bookmarking and making notes of things to share with you because it's really that good, so for the next few days, it's probably all I'm going to be talking about.
Taken from the essay Dinner For One, Please, James by Ann Patchett:
"The fact is, I love to feed other people. I love their pleasure, their comfort, their delight in being cared for. Cooking gives me the means to make other people feel better, which in a very simple equation makes me feel better. I believe that food can be a profound means of communication, allowing me to express myself in a way that seems at times much deeper and more sincere than words."
How perfectly succinct and gorgeous is that? Ask any of my friends and they'll tell you that I've always said that cooking is an extension of myself. It's a way to show you that I love and care for you without ever having to verbalize it. And if you like what I cook, well that's just all the better for me and, for you too, I suppose.