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5.23.2013

Eureka

You women who manage to keep up smart, articulate blogs while raising young children? You women who manage to keep up smart, articulate blogs while working and raising young children and doing all that household stuff that most of us wind up doing? I throw myself at your feet.  I don’t have anything remotely original or insightful to say on the subject; I just think you’re remarkable. I have childcare twelve hours a week, jobs with flexible hours, a supportive spouse, and a kid who (usually) sleeps well (please don’t let this jinx me, please don’t let this jinx me), and yet I fight to get to this space. Of course, part of the problem could be that, each night, when I sit down in front of the computer, I wind up lip-syncing to Fleetwood Mac on YouTube, inspecting my reflection in the window and wondering what kind of atrocities I would have to inflict upon my hair in order to pull off a convincing Stevie Nicks next Halloween.  (I WILL, OH, I WILL.)

The other night, after June was asleep and before I turned on Fleetwood Mac, I went down to the dungeon, also known as the garage, and dug up three boxes of old Polaroids. I was looking for two shots that I needed to scan and send to my editor for my next book, but instead I found approximately four thousand others that I had forgotten I ever took. I never found the two images that I actually needed - no doubt tucked away for “safekeeping,” never to be seen again - but I did find this:


Eureka! A broccoli pizza atop a shop vac!  And a crimini pizza and Brandon’s favorite very very sharp knife, on a cutting board, balanced haphazardly on a rung of an extremely dusty ladder!


These shots are from early 2009, the winter when we were building Delancey and testing recipes, shortly after Brandon finished building and curing the wood-burning oven but before the restaurant had anything resembling a kitchen.



I was slicing mushrooms that night on a folding card table, wearing the same gray hooded sweatshirt that I’m wearing at my desk this morning, only today it’s not crusted in drywall.  That night feels sort of romantic to me now, now that I know how it all turned out, but at the time, I was freezing, and it was dark in there and everything was covered in debris, and we were tired, always tired.



Yesterday June and I ate dinner at Delancey with a friend from our childbirth class and her nine-month-old daughter. I sat in one of the chairs that were stacked precariously in this photo, and June tasted (by which I mean sucked awkwardly on, and then wore) her father’s pizza for the very first time.  June, the child I had no idea I even wanted to have, back when I took this photo!

I am easily awed this morning.  This might be my espresso talking.


And Katie was our server. Sweet Katie! Still there, after three and a half years!  A billion years in Restaurant Time.


One day almost four years ago, in early June of 2009, the chef of the restaurant across the street, which was then A Caprice Kitchen but is now The Fat Hen, knocked on the door of Delancey. We were inside, doing some construction task or other, and she handed us a package wrapped in white paper.  It was a gift from the elderly lady who lived in the apartment behind her restaurant, she said, and the lady had asked her to deliver it to us.  I peeled off the tape and folded back the paper, and inside, there was a homemade cake, a dome of vanilla cake with vanilla frosting, sculpted into soft, feathery peaks.


The older lady never came to Delancey, and I never met her - though Brandon did once, and he reports that she was very shy.  She moved away at some point to a retirement home. There’s now a young couple in the apartment that was hers, and from what I can tell when I park my car on the street outside, it sounds like one of them plays the drums. But the residual warmth of her gesture struck me the other night in the garage, and I can still feel it.

91 Comments:

Anonymous 6512 and growing said...

You're writing a book! That is your ticket out of blog- posting apologies.

Plus, it's your blog and you can post if you want to, post if you want to... (that can be sung, if it helps).

11:16 AM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Kezia said...

That was such a sweet gesture by the old lady. Sharing food really is such a meaningful way to connect with people!

11:26 AM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger charlotte said...

Oh I love this polaroid tale, M. That shot of the chairs all piled up is stellar. x

p.s. you get to your blog way more than I get to mine and I have no such distractions!

11:27 AM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Pia said...

What a wonderful post, Molly. Nothing like an old box of polaroids to put things in perspective.
I did lots of smiling as I read.

11:31 AM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Kristin said...

What a gift - that cake, and all those pictures. I feel that time warp often, sometimes weekly, when I glance at a photo or remember how something felt or smelled or tasted.

11:34 AM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous lizykat said...

great memories...and that mom thing? you get the important things done, that is really all that matters..kids are little only once, enjoy every single moment; and take pictures to recall the sweetness of it all...

11:34 AM, May 23, 2013  
OpenID sliceofmidlife.com said...

That was a nice post. Your comment "before I knew how it would all turn out" resonated with me. Last night I took a cooking class from someone I originally met at a class at the Pantry. As we prepped the meat and vegetables, she said "Look at these ingredients. How could this NOT be good?" Which prompted all of us to consider the moment at which you know your attempted recipe is surefire. Life, of course, isn't often like that, but once in a while you just know. When I saw the title of your blog entry, I knew it would be thought-provoking. Thanks (you forgot to mention women with kids, jobs and DOGS who struggle to maintain their blogs).

11:53 AM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger PalmerGal said...

Oh gosh, now I want a Delancey pizza! I dragged a friend there when we in Seattle (from Alaska) for a wedding. We had the best pizza and salad I've had for a long time, or since. Need to get to Seattle......

And your little girl is adorable! I recently reread your book, and now have some recipes marked to try. Thanks.

12:00 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger thinking of the days said...

Molly - you could do a re write of the bloody telephone book and make it sound interesting. Really - you have a great writing voice.
But procrastination is a great thing...and finding old stuff which brings new meanings takes up a lot of time!

Your story of the cake reminds me of my next door neighbour, Lillian. When we moved in, she brought around this huge tray of home made sausage rolls, hot, crisp and flaky...they were delicious. Now she sits in her dementia dream/nightmare world...I know she's incontinent , because her carer is always pegging all her sheets and under clothes on the washing line, but to me she is still that lovely, caring , sausage roll lady.

12:03 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Stephanie said...

Isn't it lovely how the kindness of strangers can live in our hearts for years? Makes the world seem smaller, and better, somehow.

Also: that is a gorgeous cake that is nudging me to make a white-on-white-on-white cake soon . . .

12:03 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Zoomie said...

What a funny, delightful little reminiscence. I'm glad you found the time.

12:04 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous brianne said...

Aww, Katie is my favorite when I come in - she's become part of the experience for me now. Isn't amazing how these little details all come together to make such a rich experience of these memories?

12:07 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Allison Backous Troy said...

what a gorgeous cake! and what good memories. it gives me courage, as i spend the next two months waiting for my son to be born, to see someone looking both behind and head. so glad for your writing, which has accompanied my cooking and reading for the past six years!

12:19 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Sheena said...

What a beautiful post. And, by the way, you're pretty remarkable, too. :)

12:30 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous JenP said...

From another mother of a small child who also has reasonably flexible hours and a moderate amount of childcare but who also never finds the time to indulge in those things which pull at my soul when I'm too tired to pay them any attention... thank you for sharing this beautiful post! It was my Fleetwood Mac moment for the day :)

12:57 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Caroline said...

i love reading about your life. thanks for sharing it : )

1:07 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Shireen | mcwino said...

i love looking at old photos and letting them transport me to an earlier, crazier, but always more romantic time in my life! isn't it amazing to see how far you've come when you look at these polaroids? by the way, dusty pizzas are delicious! must come to Delancey/Essex soon. Cheers!

1:13 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Stacy said...

Lovely. Wonderful words and memories...

1:32 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Beautiful beautiful memories. Now I'm looking even more forward to your next book.

1:40 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isn't it magical when you can capture a glimpse of a feeling that happened long ago? My family and I travelled from Fort Worth to OKC to meet you at one of your first book signings....I knew you had a gentle soul when I started reading your blog but when I met you in person, I felt it-love this post!

1:47 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aww Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac! Unbelievably I was just looking at photo proofs of our daughter's wedding on a mountain top in Utah, before checking in here to see if you had stopped by. Her name is Rhiannon and she walked down a snowy aisle two months ago to a beautiful guitar version of Rhiannon. It was a splendid weekend with 80 amazing people who came with us from here in Miami as well as from Ottawa, Singapore, and Brazil. And while all the events were catered I lugged bags of your olive oil maple granola with me to serve for Sunday brunch. I love the roundness of life it makes me smile!

1:50 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger AuntieAllyn said...

So nice to see you back with us! I always look for a new update, and I can certainly understand that you're more than a little preoccupied these days with your new life as a mother. Thanks for the photo of the pizza . . . gives me some idea of what to do with the massive bounty of greens I received in this week's CSA box. Also wanted you to know that your recent pound cake was a real hit, and that I've also enjoyed your baked oatmeal several times over the last months.

1:58 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger rebecca said...

pretty good comeback (to the blog) for a busy busy mama. you do a lot. we ALL do a lot. it's nice that you still want to be here too.

2:37 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Karen Anne said...

I would go visit here in the retirement home, and take her something nice - cookies or flowers or a box of candy.

2:52 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Stephanie said...

I have every confidence that you will be the Steviest Nicksiest that this world has ever seen.

2:59 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Michelle Box said...

I love fleetwood mac and your writing. thanks

3:09 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger HAILEY said...

I love these moments of comfort when it all comes full circle. I can not wait for the new book, and to finally, some day, eat at Delancy.

3:37 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Laura Bear said...

It's probably, most likely, because I am preggers, but this post made me cry. Time is an amazing thing, isn't it? And that statement about it seeming romantic now that you look back on it, well that just rings so true.

3:47 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Monica said...

I'm so touched by the lady and the cake. So wonderful that she made such a sweet gesture and it touched you. Great hearing from you! Good luck with June's continued good sleeping... : )

4:21 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Grace said...

I feel you! With a 4 month old and attempting to keep an Etsy shop business in existence I made a declaration in a recent blog post that I really really want to be writing 2 posts a week, and I am trying hard to make that happen, but something (lots of things) always gets left behind. I do miss your posts though!

4:43 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Erica said...

I just got a wave of goosebumps all up and down my body reading about that sweet woman delivering a pillowy cake. Beautiful.

5:32 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Johnnied said...

Oh, that feels nice.

5:34 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Liz said...

Hi Molly - Kudos for managing to blog as often as you do with so much on your plate. I'm not a parent so I can only begin to imagine how busy you are. I always enjoy your posts :-)

5:52 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Lindsey said...

My mother used to say you never know until much later which moment is going to be the axle for the wheel in your life. Your mushroom pizza reminded me of it. It's an idea that always makes me feel very zen. As does, incidentally, your blog.

6:57 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous elodie said...

This was lovely to read. That's all I want to say.

7:50 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Margaret Pinard said...

oh-oh-oh-oh, that gives me a hitch up high in my chest. beautiful realizations, and i am now sharing in the bittersweet recollection of time whizzing past... :-)

7:51 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous dervla said...

I still find what you're saying to be perfectly articulate and lovely! Love hearing those old memories of the restaurant, and that beautiful cake must have made your day. How sweet.

7:57 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Jennifer said...

We went to Delancey (and Essex) a few nights ago and had such a wonderful time. Everything was just perfect - pizza, salad (I could eat that Jersey salad all day), beer, rhubarb shortcake, service - everything. It's hard to believe that that wonderful place had such humble beginnings. I'm glad that the shy lady sent you the cake. You deserved it! (And probably needed it at that point.)

8:31 PM, May 23, 2013  
Blogger Story Teller said...

What I want to know is...how do you always manage to make everyday life (as extraordinary as it is) so poetic? What a beautiful writer you are.

10:25 PM, May 23, 2013  
Anonymous Elizabeth Mars said...

As someone who quite selfishly misses your more regular posts all I can say is their rarity makes them more precious. Lip syncing with Stevie is hardly time wasted though.

1:05 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Gabi said...

Reading about the woman who sent you the cake gave me goosebumps! I love how she took the time to bake and then carefully frost it and how courageous it was to send it despite being super shy. Now I feel inspired to do something lovely for someone else :)

5:18 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Paula @ Vintage Kitchen Notes said...

It´s a dangerous thing to start looking at old photos for me, I can easily spend the next six hours sorting through them and do none of the things I´m supposed to.
please don’t let this jinx me, I´ll add the third one because I was told as a kid that you need to say it three times...!

7:46 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Caroline said...

How lovely. Isn't it so humbling when things fall together. I'd write more but I'm off to make your apricot tart with the beautiful, blushing apricots I found yesterday.

8:41 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Marios @ Better with Lemon said...

Your writing is like warm rice pudding on a cool spring night. It's comforting and familiar. I'm glad you come back to this blog to write, even if it's not as often as it used to be. I am glad you are writing a book too (I cherish your first one). No matter what, please don't stop writing. It's a gift to us. Much like that vanilla cake in the polaroid.

8:45 AM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger Mallory said...

Man now I'm craving pizza, that looks so good!

8:48 AM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger Lily said...

Thanks for sharing yourself with us. You have so many things to fill you up, and yet consume your energy. However you find your balance is fine. We'll just enjoy your writing, as often as it comes. (I suspect that when you get in the groove, your writing still fills you up, as evidenced by this delightful post.)

9:09 AM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger Lea said...

Fleetwood Mac is always and forever my cooking music :)

9:31 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Dana Staves said...

I so enjoyed this post - those trips down memory lane can be so sweet, so enlightening. And that cake looks seriously delicious.

9:32 AM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger Lorrie Fulton said...

What a gorgeous post, even if it is the espresso talking!

9:50 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I loved your thoughtful post.

One thing occurred to me, though. If those photos are indeed Polaroids, you may want to get them scanned soon! Most of the photos of my sister in law were an instant camera type, and now after many years she is gone and the photos have badly faded and discolored. Perhaps newer Polaroids don't have the problem; I don't know. The ones we have were taken in the 60's and 70's.

10:11 AM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Judy said...

Just goes to show that the smallest of kindnesses is sometimes the one we remember the longest...The cake will always remind you of a dear sweet soul you never met. The post was worth the wait...

10:46 AM, May 24, 2013  
OpenID curlygirlpress said...

The sleep helps more than anything (please don't jinx it! Please don't jinx it!!). = )

11:38 AM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger ebkriley said...

Lovely post, as always. When there are fewer, it just means they are more eagerly anticipated, right? At least that is what I tell myself when my small children (and everything that goes with them)keep me from posting-- or getting anything else done.

11:41 AM, May 24, 2013  
OpenID girlseeksplace said...

What a sweet post. It's proof that there is still a whole lot of good in this mixed up world.

11:54 AM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger vbdb said...

Your words, and the generous follow up thoughts by readers, always give me hope. Sometimes I have to get a little weepy first because it's sometimes like having your heart exposed, but then the hope kicks in. Your food is pretty perfect, too.

12:19 PM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous tina said...

your comments are ALWAYS beautiful and beautifully written!
you have so much talent and such a sweet way of expressing yourself.
good luck (although i dont actually believe in it myself..)with everything you do, always.

2:59 PM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Kate said...

Wonderful, tactile memories. Thanks for sharing. And guess what - you DO have an insightful blog.

Oh- and never ever speak of good sleep. Every time I have mentioned it, our little one has a bout of poor sleep. Fingers crossed for you.

5:44 PM, May 24, 2013  
Blogger Bree said...

I love your blog - whether it's every week or every now and then, we will all still follow you, as you're adorable. You bring us "feathery cake moments" yourself!

6:31 PM, May 24, 2013  
Anonymous Maureen said...

A person's blog is important but nowhere near as important as that baby and your husband and your life together.

I don't know how young mums do it all. I couldn't.

12:32 AM, May 25, 2013  
Anonymous Helle (Helen) said...

Loved the bit about June "wearing" her dad's pizza :-)

12:51 AM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Victoria said...

Gosh your words always make me feel good Molly, like warm and fuzzy good, cuddled up drinking wine with a good friend, good, a friend who makes you feel recharged.

The gesture of the older lady really touched me. I imagine her being quite lonely, not having family to visit, seeing you and Brandon as she passed by, working side by side to create something amazing. The sweetest of gestures and a damn fine looking cake.

1:13 AM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Katie Appleyard said...

I know exactly what you mean! I manage to post regularly, but ensuring they remain articulate...a challenge. Love the pics :)

Sweet Apple Lifestyle

1:36 AM, May 25, 2013  
Anonymous Zoe said...

Loved your first paragraph. So true! And love food gifts, they are seriously wonderful.

5:35 AM, May 25, 2013  
Anonymous erin said...

Your writing always moves me in indescribable ways. I hope one day to have a relationship as beautiful and healthy as the one you have with your family and your restaurant(s). I really love this post for some reason. Maybe because I'm young and energetic and hoping for some sort of night or experience I can look back on and think romantic.
Thanks for fighting for this space. I love to visit.

6:02 AM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Liza said...

Three and a half years, passed in a blink. Stare at your little girl a lot today. Record her movements, the way her lips quiver, the way she gazes at you with unconditional love. You are in the minute...but it will end end before you are ready, before you expect it and she, and you will have moved on to something more mature, just like your restaurant has...although you will feel it so much deeper in your heart.

6:04 AM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Sara said...

I love everything about 'you' but today the comment goes to Stevie Nick's hair. I just got my long unruly hair trimmed, and couldn't figure out what was 'icky' about it.. was it bordering on a mullet? but now I see. I've been Stevie Nicked. And it is made worse after a bike ride with a hot helmet. Look away, (in real life- 2013) it's hideous. But a good look for Halloween!! Keep up the good work. So refreshing in so many ways!

6:27 AM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Rachel said...

i like that you post sparsely. some people over post. your photos and words are always well thought out and lovely. thank you for sharing

7:33 AM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Emily said...

heart. warmed.

3:49 PM, May 25, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't worry Molly. We'll be here when you get back.

6:16 PM, May 25, 2013  
Anonymous Karen N said...

Be they sporadic or brief, your blogs are always a treat. . . as are your recipes. That pound cake a month or
so ago? I've made it twice already . . . served with lemon curd. Super yum!

7:59 PM, May 25, 2013  
Blogger Kate Ramos said...

I hear ya! I don't even have a day job and I don't know how I never have time to sit down and write. If the content is good (like yours) not a lot needs to be said.

11:31 AM, May 26, 2013  
Blogger jeannine said...

loved the kind neighborly cake from the older lady across the street behind the restaurant. such a pretty cake and neat that you shared the story.

5:16 PM, May 26, 2013  
Blogger Amanda said...

Such a sweet post! In my book, working all that you do and taking care of a baby, as long as you've showered recently, I think you're golden.

6:06 PM, May 26, 2013  
Blogger Patressa said...

I laughed, I cried...okay, I just laughed. But out loud. Those two opening photos and their captions...I'm still laughing. Sometime soon, in a future post, would you maybe try to explain the trajectory of your thoughts when you staged those two shots? I love it. Thanks for the inspiration on posting to your blog not as often as you'd like. Very much appreciated.

~ Another Food Blogger!

6:29 PM, May 26, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your last sentence touched me deeply. I always associate that feeling with the generosity of pure love.

10:23 PM, May 26, 2013  
Blogger Amy W. said...

Opened up my computer, clicked on Orangette, and saw "Eureka"... as I sit in my room at the Comfort Inn in Eureka, CA. Crazy! My 9 yr old daughter and I ate dinner tonight at Eureka's Banana Hut, a Hawaiian/Korean fusion joint downtown. We're wrapping up an 8 month tour of the US by RV. Love all the travel, but I miss having a real kitchen. Thanks, Molly, for all of your stories and great recipes. You are quite an inspiration!

7:54 PM, May 27, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Molly, very nice article on Seattle restaurants for The Guardian newspaper in the UK (http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2013/may/25/top-10-restaurants-cafes-seattle).

I read The Guardian all the time as I get homesick for the UK and I loved seeing your article since I also live in Seattle. I will be trying out some of your recommendations for sure.

12:28 PM, May 28, 2013  
Anonymous katie//salt+pine said...

Molly, I love your writing so much. I'm also awed when I analyze the passage of time through my children's lives. How does time seem to bend when I do that? Crazy stuff.

7:06 AM, May 29, 2013  
Anonymous Nicole said...

Your writing is always fearless Molly.
Thank you for sharing.

10:19 PM, May 29, 2013  
Anonymous Chris Doughty said...

Oh Molly...you made us cry today. My grandma would have loved that the cake she baked you had such a life beyond the giving. She was 89 when she died at Christmas last year & her family thanks you for keeping this treasure of a memory of her & her cake baking ways. She was always a great cook & baking cakes was the 2nd to last thing she gave up. The last was roasting green chilies.

It's so interesting how both the giving of the cake & the writing about it cast so many ripples in the sea of life. We are all connected. Thank you again.

10:03 AM, May 30, 2013  
Blogger erinrose said...

Oh please, oh please, take a pizza to the young family with the drums, in honor of the shy lady who sent the cake!

11:24 AM, May 30, 2013  
Anonymous Patti Aus said...

Molly,

It is very heartwarming to see that others reflect upon my Mother's cake baking legacy.I know she is smiling down upon you.
Thank you so much for the fond memories you have stirred in our family, and the happy tears we all have as we read your blog.

12:18 PM, May 30, 2013  
Anonymous KateSondersFoodWriter said...

I am a bit late to the party but I completely relate. I have to fight to get any writing done and like you, have childcare for just a few precious hours a week (am a stay-at-home to a toddler). I am trying to make it work but always feel like there's a missing link. If you gain any more wisdom, let us moms know! Thanks for the great post.

7:05 PM, May 30, 2013  
Blogger camykowisaac said...

Hi Molly! I'm about 3/4 through your book A Homemade Life and I am thoroughly enjoying it! I love how you seam together the stories and experiences of your life with your favorite recipes. Thanks for inspiring me :). I'm starting my own food blog and knew something was missing....tying my recipes in with my experiences! aha! Food and recounted experiences must come hand in hand in order to make meaning of life :)

7:52 PM, May 30, 2013  
Blogger Wendy R said...

Though a non - cook I find myself enjoying such elegant story telling, such ingenious disclosure. Pleased to have discovered your blog. W

3:17 AM, May 31, 2013  
Blogger Unknown said...

I have to tell you that when my children were really young my creative energy was just...perpetually sapped, I guess. I also found that my mind (or psyche, or whatever) tended to stop me at the limits of my creative and emotional output in the strangest of ways. Let's just say I was easily diverted whenever I was doing something that wasn't critical to my child, my marriage or my sanity. I just didn't have the bandwidth for the extra stuff for a little while, as much as I wanted to. And I wasn't publishing a book and running a restaurant! I think you are doing great.

10:15 PM, May 31, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think we must find the old woman who made that beautiful cake and tell her story.

1:32 PM, June 01, 2013  
Anonymous Ashley said...

Love this post. What a fun little trek down memory lane. Four years this summer, right? I remember scraping the bit of rust off the refrigerator shelves and just so happy to be doing something to help, however small it was. And (nearly) four years later we're still enjoying that delicious pie down the street.

9:25 PM, June 03, 2013  
Blogger Erica said...

Your picture reminded me the taste of my first Delancey pie. Mushroom with thyme. Loveliness. Thank you.

7:39 PM, June 04, 2013  
Blogger hughenwhosearmy said...

I always look forward to a new post, and even though I am not a mother, I can relate.
This one has really gotten to me, as I cannot stop thinking about the elderly woman who sent you the cake. I know you were terribly busy, but I am so sad that you didn't walk across the street and thank her personally, even though you heard she was shy. All too often we become so caught up in the hectic nature of our lives, forgetting that it all comes down to that cake. What a generous gift! Imagine her thinking about it, and taking the time to bake it... a gesture people seem to have long forgotten. It means so much! It looks like a cake my mother would have baked. I agree with the person who said, if you can, to find a way to visit her, and return the gift. It would mean the world to her, this I know.

8:49 AM, June 07, 2013  
Anonymous Rasheeda Ali said...

My favourite line from this wonderful post:

"June, the child I had no idea I even wanted to have, back when I took this photo!"

Isn't it amazing how all we do is put one foot in front of the other, and keep moving forward, with absolutely no idea how it will all turn out? Or who might enter our lives? Life can be so heartbreakingly beautiful.

8:37 PM, June 11, 2013  

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