As frequently happens when I watch cooking shows, I've fallen in like. This lady (She's a Prioress) is everything that a nun preparing a Lenten repast should be: Chaste, cheerful, informative, pleasant, instructive. She does her Christian duty, expertly, and tells you about it. So this is Lent; it needn't be a bummer. In fact, it might be better for us if our whole life were one long Lent. I got the message. There's something desperately funny, to me, about Mme. la Prieure's personal reflection, that, making risotto, with the care and attentiveness that making risotto (especially saffron risotto) requires, is an activity particularly suited to the meditative, deliberate restraint of Lent: Keep your fire low, and keep stirring...I sense that this is a truism commonly held to by prioresses who are also first-rate cooks.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home