I've been reading tidbits lately about dining and eating alone. Of course there is a difference between dining and eating as dining connotes pleasure, while the act of eating can take the form of harried face-stuffing, tasting nothing. I taste my food. I'm enthralled with eating. I enjoy good food and am almost as happy sitting down alone to a meal I lovingly prepared as when I'm in the company of others. Almost. As much as I smile and daydream in the kitchen and snap a hundred blurry photos of beautiful water droplets on broad kale leaves or bright purple squiggly lines of a taut head of cabbage...[insert evidence here]
I've read M.F.K. Fisher's essay on dining alone and this post recently and I think I'd like to try spending quality time with my food--just us, no distractions. Warm kale, creamy chickpeas, chewy bread, and me. Or sweet and tangy cabbage, robust chicken and apple sausage, salty pan-fried potatoes, and me.
Want to join me?