Where does the time go? Though winter was insufferably long in New York City this year, I look ahead now, and measure the days I have left with my baby girl.
Where did that come from? I hope that we are sending her off into the world with adequate skills in which to survive and to be a compassionate human. I hope just as much, that she has inherited my passion for all things culinary. I think perhaps she may have, but time will tell. My plan to feed the teenagers was a good one I think. If you feed them they will flock to your house. Gone are the days now of those midnight roast chickens and flour-less chocolate cakes, when I would light the candles and set the table minutes before their boisterous arrival. Flushed and hungry from their new found freedom and long evenings rousting about the city, they ate ravenously. I am hoping she and her friends will carry on the tradition of gathering friends together to share a meal. I hope most of all, as they set off into the world, in every direction, like the seeds of a dandelion, on the gustiest summer wind, that they return to my table from time to time.
Carpe Diem friends.