If you’re out there, reading this, thank you, and welcome in. I hope I can share a few recipes with you, or tell you a story that makes you laugh. I have a baby girl. Her name is Lucy, and she is everything. This blog is for her. It’s about love.
Lucy is almost five months old, and now that we’ve emerged, red-eyed and milk-stained, from the hangover that is the newborn stage, I want to make her something beautiful. I will use this space to curate and polish and preserve the shiny little moments of her childhood. Lucy hasn’t got a baby book, so my collection of ramblings will have to do.
Writing here is a also way for me to get back to writing for myself, after years of scurrying around, chasing careers and trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I want to write for enjoyment, about people and things that make me feel alive. I want to write memories. My mom keeps photo albums in her library at home, shelves of them, chronicling our family’s life. They are the most beautiful jewels. The books start with photos of my parents: long-haired, in cutoff shorts, rocking the seventies. They continue on through marriages and births and parties and recitals and graduations–and then more marriages and births, as the next generation cycles on. I never, ever get tired of looking at them and rereading the stories they tell. Writing here is a way for me to document my family’s story.
And, of course, there will be food. Food weaves its way through our lives, connecting one season to the next, giving structure on which to build traditions. Food is about more than survival. It’s about love.
Love and food put meat on the bones of a family.
So welcome in, to my heart and my kitchen. I’m sorry I didn’t make you a covered dish or something to properly introduce myself. Next time, I promise!
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