It’s been a good week. It wasn’t that any one thing happened that was particularly spectacular or extraordinary. Indeed, in most ways, the week was as ordinary as any other in my life – I went to work, I washed the dishes, did the laundry. It was more that, throughout the week, there was an accumulation of little things – things that made me happy, things that were beautiful, things that reminded me, in some small way, that life truly is profound. Good things. I meant to write an actual post on something when I sat down today, but I found, after starting and deleting several times, that what I really want to tell you about, are these few good things.
Things like the moon that you see in the first photograph, so full and so bright and big when it came over the horizon, that I nearly dropped my plate in the sink when I looked up and saw it through the window.
Things like this video of a starling murmuration ( a beautiful word describing a beautiful thing) shot by two girls in Ireland, that gives me goosebumps every time I watch it.
Things like the smell of roasting chestnuts, “a good, comfortable thing” as Dickens said, and the taste, more good and comfortable even, I think, than the smell. To make yourself, place a slit in each one, put them into a large dry skillet over medium flame, and heat, stirring occasionally, until the outsides are charred black here and there, the shells glistening and peeling open, and the flesh of the chestnut warm, sweet and tender and creamy as fudge. We tossed ours with flaky sea salt and a trickle of olive oil.
Things like the apple I picked on our dusk lit walk the other night, glowing like a jewel in the twilight, whose flesh – crisp in cold in the chilly November air, tasted exactly like a spoonful of honey.
Things like this new cookbook I got in the mail last week (I’ll call it an early Christmas present to myself) that I’ve cooked exclusively from ever since it came out of the box. I’ve been living out of the Comfort Food section (the Sweet Potato and Peanut Gratin is to die for), and enjoying the beauty of celebrating vegetables – “the foods that do us the most good, and our planet the least harm” as Hugh says.
Things like this Pear and Chocolate Oat Crumble that I made the other night. I’ve been playing around with gluten-free mixes, and instead of flour used equal parts almond meal, cornmeal and brown rice flour for the 45 g of white. It came out terrific – gooey, crunchy, chocolaty, divine. Speaking of gluten-free cooking, you should also check out this blog.
and things like baked oatmeal that seem made for lazy Sunday mornings, and how there really is nothing better than the way a good, warm and nourishing bowl of soup makes one feel on a cold and blustery November eve.
I hope there were many good things in your week as well.