My mother passed away on the day before Thanksgiving...
Not exactly food related news. But as you foodies and friends know well, food is love around here. So if my heart is broken, I suppose that should affect my cooking. Even so, I have been surprised how very little desire I've had to cook (not less desire to eat, mind you). Typically all of my creativity, my love, my person flows through creating meals and delicacies. But I'm stopped up. I'm numb, and I have no desire to cook.
Although I realize this pain will lessen with time, the Linda-shaped hole will never go away.
She was one of a kind.
She taught me to love.
So I guess that means, she taught me food.
