It was the familiar rhythm of preparing food that I needed, like cutting up the broccoli, which always feels like such a precarious act, like you’re ripping apart tree branches and letting their pollen scatter over the counter; and cooking it with tofu in Albariño wine, which was really too sweet for the dinner we were having, but we deserved it anyway.
(Photo: Potomac Overlook Regional Park, Arlington, Virginia.)
365 Days of Food 