The remains of the cake

The remains of the cake

“The things men come to eat when they are alone are, I suppose, not much stranger than the men themselves.”
—M. F. K. Fisher,
An Alphabet for Gourmets

 

The foods we come to eat when we find ourselves alone will be necessarily different from the foods we eat when we choose to be alone. And though of course there is overlap, the former is, in my experience, much more meaningful and less utilitarian. It’s proof that, even in the deliberate act of self-reliance in the kitchen, the decision to keep going — to survive despite great loneliness — there will always be, in the cooking, an effort to connect with the past, which indelibly includes memories of others.

e. k.

New York
May, 2017