*Or, "Why I love Laurie Colwin so much I wish I could marry her, but she died and that makes me extraordinarily sad."
That's from More Home Cooking, by Laurie Colwin, published posthumously, in 1993. Twenty years ago, Laurie had a clear understanding of how things were without ever knowing how much MORE they'd get just two decades later. I imagine that if Laurie Colwin were alive today she'd be at the fore of the slow food movement and would be the gentlest, but most insistent, advocate of simple life.
"On the other hand, I know that the people who are going into the supermarket and buying those things in plastic are not happy."
We're heading into winter, in my part of the world, and I think I should re-commit to living simply but with intention. Because a simple soup, made by hand, is always better received than a can of the same made in a factory. Industrial food does not make me happy. It doesn't make my family happy or connect us in any meaningful way.
No one ever remembers the meals that were taken from the freezer and removed from the bag and reheated in haste. But even as my own mother worked two jobs, and struggled most nights to just get pizza delivered, I remember with great affection the nights she fixed Welsh Rarebit. Such a simple dish; quicker than pizza. And it's a heartwarming memory for me over 30 years later.
I challenge all of you to find one simple thing you can do for yourselves and your familes. Find one ritual. Claim one moment and treat it with reverence. Even if it's only a piece of toast with cheese sauce.