Notes:
- Image Source here. Thank you Sawsan.
- Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again. Caleb is grounded in Work For Home and can’t come out to play this week.
Tag: meal
Dinner (w Family)
The sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal.
– C.S. Lewis, from The Weight of Glory
Photo: Gabriel Maglieri with “Family”
Truth
Here’s Pavarotti copied from an interview somewhere:
“One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating.”
~ Patricia Hampl, The Art of the Wasted Day (Published April 17, 2018)
Photo: BonAppétit, Pappardelle with Arugula and Prosciutto
No question looms larger
No question looms larger on a daily basis for many of us than
“What’s for lunch?”
and, when that has been resolved,
“What’s for dinner?”
~ Jim Harrison, A Really Big Lunch: Meditations on Food and Life from the Roving Gourmand
Photo: Easy Indian Masala Burgers @ yumi-food. (Masala Burger @ Trader Joe’s is a blend of seven different vegetables – potatoes, carrots, green beans, bell peppers, onions, corn and green peppers – with authentic Indian spices like coriander, cumin, red chili powder and turmeric.)
This is why I refused to die
Toward the end of the evening, Dominick ceremoniously brought out his glorious special dessert, which he makes every year for the party, a mound of croquembouche: pastry cream–stuffed profiteroles piled high into a cone-like mound and linked with crunchy strands of caramel. My mother was the only other person I knew who ever made them (every Halloween, while most kids got Snickers and jelly beans from the neighbors, my mom made croquembouche, and that’s what she passed out to the small ghosts and princesses and aliens who knocked on her apartment door). As Dominick approached with the tray, my mom took one of the doughy balls very carefully with her left hand—her right hand and most of her right side were basically still useless at this point—and bit into it. I remember the look on her face as the taste resonated, and I watched her lick a dab of the custard that had settled on her upper lip. Our eyes met and, although she didn’t utter a word, I knew what she was saying to me: This is why I refused to die.
~ Peter Gethers, My Mother’s Kitchen: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and the Meaning of Life
Photo: Mary Mary Culinary with Croquembouche (Caramel glazed pate a choux filled with passion fruit curd and vanilla pastry cream)