That Fresh Feeling
May 21, 2007
Last night, I sauteed the last of the kale from the garden with a few onions we pulled up, Christopher rubbed a Rosie chicken with a paste of rosemary and garlic before sticking it on the rotisserie, (we’ve just discovered the beauty of the rotisserie . . . light the grill, skewer the bird and an hour later—voila—you’ve got dinner) and we had ourselves a simple, soulful meal.
It was SO good that it got us talking. I’ve long believed that food is what binds us to the earth, to each other, to ourselves—but I’m reminded of how true that is when I eat a meal like last night’s. The flavors are fresh, yes. But there’s something more. Christopher said that his body feels healthier when we eat like that. I’d add that my soul feels nourished too. It’s like the chatter and buzz of our busy lives subside for a beat and we melt into the moment before us.
Last night’s experience seems especially significant to me as we get closer to bringing Noe home (just a few more weeks!). It may be idealistic, but I don’t want to feed Noe from containers. I don’t want to rush through dinner onto something else more “kid-friendly.” I want from the very beginning to take her to the garden (or farmers’ market) with me as often as I can so she sees where her food comes from. I want to have her bang on pots while I’m at the stove. And I want to be fully present in the moment we all share the meal—whether she’s playing with, throwing or actually eating the food.
Still forming thoughts around it all . . . good thing this is called “swirling notions” and not “fully baked opinions” .