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April 19, 2003

You were right, Mary

I've had brief flirtations with cooking from time to time, but finally, I understand. It has, at last, gotten into my blood but good.

About, oh, 15 years ago, I worked in a small personnel office for the local rag. Therein worked Mary, the Assistant Director, who dreamed of running a bookshop on the coast (I think she finally made this dream come true). Mary was sweet, wise, and a bit high strung. When I once expressed my love of food processors and culinary shortcuts, she stared aghast and said that she couldn't stay sane without the promise of chopping and slicing at the end of the day.

While this savage beast is only marginally soothed by the cutting and the sharpie-sharp, I do enjoy practicing my knife skills--which are getting slowly better every day. There is a certain joy to be taken in the delicate matter of a finely sliced clove of garlic, and a deep satisfaction in cooking something nutritious and yummy.

Besides, Bill does the cleaning.

Posted by Cat Connor on April 19, 2003 07:56 PM