A Homemade Life
June 2nd, 2009 by MollieI really want to write about this book (isn’t the cover pretty and Parisian?), but I have not been sure about whether this is the right “space” is for me to do so. But, I decided to do it anyway because this is my blog and I can. Also, because I figured that Molly Wizenburg is a local Seattle writer and this space supports and encourages, supporting and encouraging that which is local.
As of right now I am 18 weeks pregnant (about 5 months in non-pregnant terms) and I have for the entirity of that time had a particularly ugly strain of morning sickness. After a few weeks of acupuncture I have finally arrived at the point where I am regularly able to keep some food down. I am now also able to read without getting sick. These two pieces (which many individuals take for granted, my former self included) are essential when wanting to read and enjoy a book about food. This is exactly what I have been doing.
I wish I could tell you the recipes are good. But. I can’t. However, this is only because I lack experience of eating them and not because my experience tells me that they are not. While I have arrived at a place where food and having to eat it to survive is no longer the worst part of being alive, the recent improvements have not included the blessing allowing my diet to stray far from tomato sandwiches and apples without consequences. I am still hopefully waiting for that to be bestowed.
For now, I daydream.
Kendall and I were hooked after reading the introduction. So much of what we enjoy doing together includes creating meals, sharing food with others, and eating. Food has always played as big a role in our life-memories as anything else. This is probably why we loved this book. This book gets us, and we get it. It is an autobiography that uses food to help better tell the story. As a bonus, Molly shares the recipes which will, only naturally, become folded into our story.
I have read the book from start to almost finish (I have only a few pages left) and I have enjoyed it deeply. In the process, I have learned that I ought not read this book before bed because it ends in me talking Kendall’s ear off about all the foods I miss eating and all the new ones I cannot wait to try. It especially makes me miss my dad’s stew, the one he serves with mashed potatoes, some good bread, and usually a salad with homemade dressing. There is also the spaghetti sauce that my mom made when we were growing up and that I continue to make. This is a pasta that has to be served with spaghetti noodles. I will eat it no other way.
Soon, me and food will get caught up and it will be glorious. Until then, I will finish reading Molly’s book and daydream.










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