I got a couple of books for Christmas that I've been wanting for a long time.  Thanks, Erin. And they haven't disappointed.


The first is called The Gastronomy of Marriage. It is, if you'll believe such a thing exists, a memoir about food. And it was wonderful. She talks about the relationship that food has in her relationships with her family, her fiance, and her friends. If you'd like to borrow it, feel free. I'd love for someone else to share my love for memoir.

And, like all good books should, it made me think. What's my memoir of food? What role does it play in my life? And what does it say that so often lately we've been having lazy dinners?

Food is a way to relate to others. When was the last time you had a social activity that did not at least include, if not center around, food? Food is comfort. We show friendship, concern, condolences with a plate of cookies. We eat idiosyncratic favorites when we're feeling sad. And, if I'm feeling motivated and mindful of living well, and full of goodness, I show my love for my family by making them a fabulous dinner, like chicken pot pie.

So, I've been thinking. My brain is too scattered to really get anything typed out, but I'll try later. As I've learned, you could fill a book with thinking about food. But I'm out of time now, because I've got to cook dinner for my neighbor.