There are salad people and I am most definitely not one of them. Lettuce, or other chopped greens, mixed with other vegetables, random proteins and slathered in dressing do not make a satisfying meal in my world.
A few days ago, lured by a recipe I saw on goop, I found myself at the stove stirring a tapioca pudding made with almond and coconut milks and a bit of maple syrup. Since the cancer diagnosis a year ago, I had to make some changes to my diet and eliminating refined sugars is one of them.
I stirred three gallons of chocolate pudding that took forever to thicken, and I was drenched in sweat, unable to distinguish whether it was the heat emanating from the stove, the 104 degrees outside or one of my hot flashes. Possibly a combination of the three, and strong enough to send me running into one of the walk-in fridges.
Last week, I had the great pleasure of starting a brief stint in the old kitchen where I worked for eight years, a job I left right when Campari and Sofa was born. Two and half years later, it was a bit surprising and very heart-warming to see how little had changed, how certain habits fit like your old favorite shoes.