July 8, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each day’s gift.)
Today was broken into pleasant bits, meeting with friends briefly and catching quick hugs. It was an unfocused day catching up with email—with both good and bad news—and making connections. Days like this leave me a little muddled as I unfold all the layers.
However, I can always count on David bringing things together in a more concrete way through food. On the way home, we stopped at Papa John’s Farm where David insisted that I take a silly photo of him in front of a corn sign. Then he shopped and bought melon, kale (my idea for kale chips which he rants against), and one corn on the cob for me.
After I finished baking the kale chips, a two-dollar bag turned into one bowl of nutrition, he worked on dinner preparation. It’s considerate how, as household cook, he fixes tilapia for me even though he doesn’t like it and corn on the cob. I think I found a treasure when we connected 35 years ago—a husband, cook, chauffeur, friend, laugh generator and soulmate.
When I was little, the Baltimore A-rabbers used to come through our back alley and my mother bought fresh fruit and vegetables. Today, with produce shipped from all around the globe, we have an abundance of choice but not always an abundance of quality. Peaches shipped from a distance don’t even taste like peaches. They are picked so early that they never ripen. However, freshly picked vegetables and fruit cannot be beat. My dinner corn on the cob tonight tasted like it was picked this morning.
When it comes to food, the best connections are those close to home.
My gift today is fresh corn on the cob.
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