Saying santé reminds me to take a first sip mindfully, to appreciate the farmers, vintners, or whiskey-makers and all the folks who enabled me to take that sip, to enjoy my meal and restore my spirit. So to you, my friend, santé! I hope you like this Sgt. Pepper's Old Fashioned as much as I do.
Someday, when we can hold hands and hug, and pass plates to each other, I will indulge my craving to eat my way through Italy. In the meantime, I'll make simple pastas with big flavors and try to appreciate the lessons of Italian cooking. I'll continue to be grateful for the lessons of this time, for resourcefulness, and for the difference a little lemon zest can make.
As much as this whole grain peach pie was a gift for Annie, it was also a gift for me. It felt so good to be able to bake for someone else again, to share, even if sharing looks differently these days. It felt reviving to truly play with food again, not for work, not for money but for the delight of someone else.
This week, on Earth Day, my baby turned seven! She has become a literary number, a good luck number, a Biblical number. This week, the love of my dog reminds me that time, all time, even socially-distanced time, is extremely precious and not to be taken for granted.