...at the kitchen table. Sitting, cross legged, my legs crossed in a prayer.
The irony of these origins, is that they have sprung out of a Protein. The protein that has caused a complete disruption in life; the breaking of stability, of health, of dreams, of marriage even.
The journey of this winter's discontent, is yet not complete, and has not discovered contentment. Not Yet. These writings will become a practice and a discipline. An admittance before starting a "food blog" is that I hate eating.
That is, I hate eating right now. It causes pain in my gut, and I know not its root. Celiac disease has been diagnosed now for over two years, and allergy test results are forthcoming in the next few weeks. These pictures and words are a way for me to try to enjoy food. If I may not enjoy its taste, I may enjoy its look, and conjured art, and thought in repast...
Tonight, I made salad. Good salad. Simple salad.
Meyer lemon juice
It was easy and good; shared between my sister and I.