{"id":117,"date":"2007-02-11T12:11:33","date_gmt":"2007-02-11T17:11:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silkentent.com\/Trees\/?p=117"},"modified":"2010-06-01T08:42:58","modified_gmt":"2010-06-01T13:42:58","slug":"nothin-says-lovin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.silkentent.com\/Trees\/?p=117","title":{"rendered":"Nothin’ Says Lovin’ . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"

February 11, 2007
\nSunday<\/strong>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

There is no doubt about it today. There is <\/strong>a connection between my writing and my cooking, two ways in which I express myself, define myself. I went to the draft of the story I wrote this week, reading it after I’d let it cool for a while. I realized that in that story and in another\u00c2\u00a0well-received one,\u00c2\u00a0a man observes a woman cooking and falls in love with her.<\/p>\n

Yesterday I made pizza from scratch. (Well, almost scratch \u00e2\u20ac\u201d I did use a prepared Boboli crust and canned sauce.) I browned sausage and spread mushrooms on it, put some pepperoni on my half, and then lavished shredded mozzarella and provolone all over it. It didn’t look like a Pizza Hut item (no folded over edge with cheese oozing out), and you had to eat it with a knife and fork, but it was really good. (7 Weight Watcher points, for those counting.) Today I alternated cooking and writing. Before I went to church I made sticky rice, a Thai dessert of jasmine rice sweetened with coconut milk and served with mango \u00e2\u20ac\u201d 9 points). During the afternoon I made chicken breasts with spinach and fresh basil (another Thai dish \u00e2\u20ac\u201d I do not know how or where I acquired my love for Thai cuisine \u00e2\u20ac\u201d 7 points if served with rice) and apple pie for dinner (the apple pie decidedly the American variety but kept to 7 points by using a crumb topping instead of another full crust), and tortellini en brodo<\/em> (prepackaged tortellini in a broth flavored with scallions and hot sauce \u00e2\u20ac\u201d 5 points) for tomorrow.<\/p>\n

I was planning on a writer’s field trip tomorrow, but if I have to stay home to wait for the garage door repairman, I’ll make Italian bread to go with the soup and 1-point chocolate bites.<\/p>\n

Still unexplained is why my mood is so sunny during February, a time a friend once described as twenty-eight dark, horrible, unnecessary days, especially a February when the temperature has been below freezing for ten solid days.<\/p>\n


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