Friends, it’s hard to know what to say. It’s hard to stop talking about the coronavirus, it’s hard to stop exchanging worries and stories, and it's hard to stop speculating on what the hell is going to happen next. And how long it will last. And what the repercussions will be short and long term.
Our hearts go out to all that are battling with illness, and those who love them.
I can’t say anything that will make things better. All I can do is what all of us are doing: keeping up with the news, searching for hand sanitizer, trying to not to feel panicky, and cooking. Cooking like it matters. Because it does. The act of cooking brings me comfort and pleasure. The act of feeding people brings me joy. Until we are confronted with a very different type of reality, that will continue to be the case. And even then I would take solace in making a pot of rice for my guys and anyone who was looking for a place at the table and a bowl of something good to eat.
Does it seem naïve or self-indulgent or even selfish to be thinking about cooking and feeding my family right now? Does almost everything “normal” seem frivolous? Oh, maybe. But when we are faced with this level of uncertainty and fear, don’t we also owe it to ourselves and our communities to do what we can to keep calm and keep on? I don’t think the alternative makes more sense.
So this week I’m offering some of the favorite comfort foods on the site (and one just for St. Patrick’s Day). Be well, be thoughtful, be measured. And be kind to yourself and to the people around you, because we all need that more than ever.
I'm sending love and healing thoughts out into the world.