I stand in front of the open double doors of my fridge, clueless to what it is I'm looking for. What am I too cook? I need to something very good. But today I am cooking my very least favorite sustenance, today I make funeral food.
It isn't a catering job where at lease I know someone will enjoy dining however fleeting during the reception following the farewell service as they visit with old aquaitences and seldom seen relatives. It is comfort food to be taken to a good friend.
When I deliver meals on wheels to the seniors, I cook little treats and smile as I slip them in the prepackaged dinners that are mass produced and without and personality. I always hope they notice the homade goody and hope it brings back happy memorys of their earlier lives.
As I drop off the dinners to the people who have been sick or hurt, the thought that they are on the mend always cheers me. Sometimes I even get to hold their newborn babies when I do.
I love preparing party food. Birthday cakes are a joy.
But in this area, a nice bland hotdish is the mandate condolence food, perhalps a pan of bars. Some type of meal to let them know you care and help them have one less detail to worry about as they go about the arranments necessary for their loved ones final goodbye.
Nothing I can make will taste right. For my shellshocked friend nothing will have taste. I long to make something so spicy he at lease momentarily think of something other than the vile emptiness lingering now in his belly. But I would hate to cause him anymore heartburn.
I finally decide on fresh peach ice cream. I hope it's coldness doesn't depress him.
Monday, July 19, 2004
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2 comments:
your obvious kindness and warmth will more than make up for it. Good luck.
Thank you Jojo.
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