So what is up with this? I make reservations. I make phone calls to What’s for Dinner. I stop by Dusmesh near the office.
Why have I been for the last month buying lots of different kinds of dried beans and all kinds of flours at Clifton Natural Foods? Why is my fridge totally full of many veggies – way more than I need for tomorrow night’s fairly modest family Thanksgiving feast? What is going on?
For years, I didn’t cook at all. A result, I think, of years of feeding my three baby birds three meals a day. And washing 28 pairs of jeans every week – including my husband’s.
Then when my friend Mickie, who invented and hosted our eclectic (in every way you can think of) Passover Seder, moved to York, Pennsylvania, I started to cook some as the new host. I eventually started cooking soups in winter, from Molly Katzen’s Moosewood Cookbook. Then a few years ago, I started having a Christmas feast a few days after the big day, just for family. So – two meals a year, not bad.
I invented my Christmas bread maybe 10 years ago, and now spend a lot of pre-Christmas energy happily kneading that. Got into Irish soda bread around St. Patrick’s maybe 5 years ago. Invite me anywhere around the big day, and I’m likely to bring a warm currant-filled loaf and fresh Irish butter along. Now I’ve figured out barm brack, and am giving it a test drive tomorrow.
But my goodness! I have a stuffed pantry, lots of spices – I could cook for a big party without stepping out the door.
And I quickly agreed, when asked, to add Thanksgiving to the list of meals I’ll prepare. Without thinking. I actually want to do it!
Something is up, people. I trust myself when my hand reaches out for something. Instead of giving it the logic test, I trust the hand. My intuition obviously is guiding this. Just wish She’d tell me what’s up! : >