Love Letter
A beautiful meal is a love letter. It’s honest, hard-won–an expression of a creative soul.
Last week.
“What do we do with the distance, Jamie? How do we lessen the thousand miles and keep our hearts patient, our minds occupied?”
Shortly thereafter,
arrived for me. The food was his caring and my comfort—a love letter for the mind and belly.
But thank the Lord for planes, trains and automobiles! This weekend, I get the real deal. I’m off to Tennessee and the Southland and into Jamie’s arms. Stories and pictures to follow…
March 17th, 2006 at 10:39 am
… and I was under the impression that Jamie had moved to NYC. Now I understand the lonely Saturday nights.
March 17th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
good 4 u hope u have a really wonderful time, mabe u can sneak him in ur suitcase for the trip home ;o)
March 17th, 2006 at 5:19 pm
What is that?! Pimento Loaf?! Whatever happened to expressing love through T-Bone or London Broil? Eh…maybe I’m just old fashioned…
March 17th, 2006 at 5:53 pm
no, my dear d.t., that is most certainly NOT pimento loaf. it’s a gorgeous country pate’ studded w. pistachios. you’d love it.
March 18th, 2006 at 1:40 pm
pate’ is great stuff
March 18th, 2006 at 6:23 pm
how lucky you are…
March 19th, 2006 at 12:44 am
I understand the love language of cooking a good meal for the one you love. I cook for my dear Hattigrace regurally. We don’t do well in the kitchen together though and she is a much better cook anyway. The pate makes me want to spread something.
March 19th, 2006 at 2:40 pm
Ah Pate’, What a bald choice. HeHe!
March 20th, 2006 at 6:27 pm
Belle, I dont think I would. I cant stand pistachios! They’re green and gross and blech! And of course, it’s the only kind of ice cream my dad will buy…anything else, I have to get. But maybe if it was stuffed with melted cheese…
March 21st, 2006 at 3:30 pm
I think this is the infamous “turducken” pate.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:17 pm
Eeww!