I love harvest days here on our little farm. This week we picked peppers and I made pepper sauce the way my mom taught me. We also picked squash which I roasted with sweet onions and we ate the whole pan. This morning there were more tomatoes to be picked. And Rick surprised me with the first ripe figs.
I took the tomatoes we had picked a couple of days ago, sliced them and now they are in the dehydrator, tomorrow evening they will be dried and this winter we will use them in sauces and soups. I think in another life, I must have been a chef. I love to cook.
There is something scientific and magical about cooking. It is a transformation in the most basic yet grand way. Food brings people together, good food keeps them together. The sharing of a meal can be sacred, sexual and kind. Cooking for someone is a supreme act of love.
Cooking gives me as much joy as playing music does. Both make me feel alive with purpose.
Rick just made me a cup of hot red zinger tea.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams