willow and niche

willing to die

you give up your will;

keep still, until

moved by what moves all else,

you move.

-wendell berry

I like vegetables. A lot. I like things that grow from the ground, or on plants, that come in seasons. My parents own a small plot in a community garden, and while at home this fall, I was able to gather tomatoes for our dinner. They were delicious.

Cooking is often nostalgic for me. It reminds me of childhood, and of family. My mom has incredible intuition with food. I have childhood memories of my mom taking random ingredients and creating masterpieces for dinner. She knew the way to combine, and play, and experiment with food to form the most phenomenal and unique dishes.

Perhaps my love of cooking was birthed long ago, at home.

This morning, while eating an apple and cheddar frittata, I had a yearning for home. To be in the kitchen, with my family, or in the garden, with my sister.

Today I am thankful for food and memory, and for the ability to remember.