Dinner of the ex:es. In the beginning it is rather crowdy in the kitchen with too many cooks for any meal to succeed – us (former partners), former plans for the future, former grudges, former anxieties and yes, the anger – all of us stuffed into this little kitchen, together with the spices, vegetables and a bottle of French wine.
But somehow a miracle happens as we peel off those protective skins and get to the core of the moment at hand.
Any moment, preparing this meal,
we could be gas thirty thousand
feet in the air soon
to fall out poisonous on leaf,
frond and fur. Everything
in sight would cease.
And still we cook,
putting a thousand cherished
dreams on the table, to nourish
and reassure those close and dear.
In this act of cooking, I bid farewell.
Always I insisted you alone were to blame.
This last instant my eyes open
and I regard you with all
the tenderness and forgiveness
I withheld for so long.
With no future
we have nothing
to fight about.
(by Ed Espe Brown, from The Tassajara Recipe Book)
What an incredible sense of relief – to let memories of the past and expectations of the future go and simply enjoy the small pleasures of life. Just the two of us, at least for the moment.
Do you know what the present tastes like?