Food is uninspiring right now. Well, that’s not exactly true – it’s the meal-making that is uninspiring, the feeling that we eat the same thing all the time – which isn’t exactly true either (eating the same thing all the time) and wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. But I’m in a rut, maybe. Especially when it comes to lunch.
The other day, I ask my daughter if she’d like pancakes for lunch. She says yes. I make half of them with blueberries. It’s the perfect lunch. We both agree that we should eat pancakes for lunch more often.
I return a cookbook that I thought would inspire but, instead, completely overwhelms. Just before returning the cookbook, I stumble upon the title of another cookbook* by someone who has written two others already on my kitchen shelf. I order this new(ish) cookbook. When it arrives and I begin reading it, I am not overwhelmed, and I just might be inspired. In letting go of the book I thought I needed, the one I’d heard about multiple times, the one everyone is loving, I find something other. I find something that fits me better. I am not everyone.
To the left of my desk has been a pile of yoga books that I reference when planning classes. The pile slides around as I grab one book, replace it with another. How does this honor my work? It doesn’t. Also, it’s messy. I finally sit down on the floor and pull from the small shelf by my desk all the books I’m not currently using – the books I kept close when teaching a teen journaling class two years (!) ago. I put those books in the other room, on another shelf, place the yoga books lovingly onto this shelf by my desk, within reach. It’s neat and tidy. It honors and supports me in my work. This feels good.
I walk, sometimes alone, sometimes with my daughter, often with our pup. The leaves are beginning to turn, are falling to the ground. My daughter and I step on the leaves as we walk, savoring the crunching sound. I crunch the leaves when I walk alone, too. On a recent walk, there are leaves clustered along a section of curb. To crunch all the leaves, I need to walk in a narrow line, so that my feet are not side by side in a natural gait. It’s as if I’m walking a tightrope, suspended, except I am deeply rooted to the ground and autumn sounds. It crosses my mind that I look foolish walking this way. I don’t care. Leaf crunching is satisfying. I am satisfied as I walk that day.
I welcome a new student to my Restorative Yoga class. She’s a middle school teacher and she shares a story that illustrates, once again, how Covid has touched lives in ways I hadn’t considered. She teaches me, when she’s come for me to teach her. This exchange is not lost on me.
As I write this, it’s almost time for lunch. Unsure what to make, I know I’ll settle on something by the time I get to the kitchen. It will be something simple and nourishing, something warm and comforting on this damp, grey day. Whether I’m inspired or not, I will make something and my daughter and I will fill our bellies, will sit together at the kitchen table sharing food and time. That I’ve shared countless lunches with my kids over the years of homeschooling is something I savor. These lunches will not go on forever but, for now, I am content and satisfied – and maybe, inspired.
The days are nouns: touch them / The hands are churches that / worship the world
~ from “Daily” by Naomi Shihab Nye ~
*for those curious, here’s the cookbook referenced (the not-overwhelming-to-me one)
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11 thoughts on “maybe, inspired”
My Honey cooks job lots of meatballs, stroganoffs and curries so we always have a freezer full of go-tos, and I cook Chinese, or Mexican or Italian one offs, and also make up my own recipes – spaghetti Fragglenese is our current fave! 😁
What time should I be over? 😉
Spaghetti Fragglenese…I’m intrigued.
It’s based on Spaghetti Bolognese, but no-one from Bologna would recognise it! :D I will send you an email with the recipe!
I did wonder about the bolognese. And you’re a sweetheart…I would love that!
I love to ‘shuffle’ my feet through leaf piles. Reminds me of walking to elementary school. Which reminds me of the days there would be a thin layer of ice on any puddles along the way and the fun of crunching it. :)
I definitely feel like a kid with the leaves. And yesyesyes to the crunching of ice on puddles! Oh yes, such a good sound and fun for winter walks. My daughter and I like that too!
I love to cook, but my challenge is finding recipes I like for two! I am still used to cooking for a family of 6! I often make casseroles & slow cooker meals with the purpose of quick meals for another day that week. That works reasonably well.
Our favourite daily game is to be the first one to say, “So, what do you want for dinner?”
Going from 6 to 2 is a big change…I can imagine the rethinking/replanning involved!!! I love leftovers for an easy meal later in the week! I’m always on the hunt for good slow cooker meals, though often disappointed in what I find :(
If you two can make a game out of the meals, that’s great!
we eat the same stuff but I keep hoping and trying to come up with something new. I get frozen with the low sodium endeavors but I am slowly navigating the challenge. I get out three cookbooks every time I go to the library to flip through. Most of the time I am not interested. My problem is I’d rather by knitting that standing in the kitchen!
This is something I love about you…that you’d rather knit than stand in the kitchen.❤️
Low-sodium cooking is quite an adjustment, for sure. And I hear you,I would also rather be knitting than cooking! But everyone else wants actual meals, so cook I do. 🙂