Yesterday's Solstice was brought in by a light colorful meal with friends at Foolsewoode...a kind of impromptu dinner party, if you will. To tell you the truth, I hadn't even planned anything to celebrate Solstice, but I decided since cooking was happening I might as well name it something.
I was terribly inspired by these ears of corn my mother bought me at last week's CSA...look at all those organic shades of yellow peppered throughout the whole ear. I can't remember corn being quite this beautiful as usually I only remember it as one uniform shade of yellow.
This corn is an overachiever indeed.
It was cooked to perfection and when I wasn't admiring its exquisite beauty I was eating it with relish. Well, not relish the pickle concoction...I was actually having it with a smear of soy butter and a dash of salt.
It was calming to be able to appreciate it before I ate it however.
It was a lovely evening out under the stars with candles lit everywhere (well sort of. It was still a little breezy from the day, so I did a lot of relighting of things quite a bit) and Italian white wine flowing...from the little medieval village of Orvieto, and a place I've actually had the pleasure of dining myself...on truffles, for my birthday as a matter of a matter.
Sometime towards the end of the evening I realized in some other life of mine that it was my wedding anniversary...or would have been if I was still walking down that path. It was more of a feeling of curiosity this year when I realized it rather than the pain of feeling like you're missing a vital part of yourself.
The ultimate healer...
If you're not counting overachieving corn that is.