(Finn teaching his dog how to crack an egg.)
He had me at “trout”. When I was “younger” and before my beloved Finn was in the picture, I dated a man we’ll call Dave (since that was his name). Our compatibility in the kitchen was undeniable. I swooned over how confidently he navigated the spice aisle and his comfort de-glazing a pan-undeniable.
That night he made a smoked trout dip which we spooned onto pieces of baguette that we casually pulled off as we leaned into the side of the kitchen counter and sipped wine. The salmon was marinating and the thin asparagus was about to be sautéed with shallots and garlic. He wore a white apron and tucked a small towel into the apron strings the way chefs do. I was not only in love with him because he loved cooking for me and letting me, for once, play the supporting role, but I was seduced by how he held a knife, letting it bounce across the cutting board. He would chop without looking, glancing up at me as his blade desecrated the garlic.
We eventually broke up – our final supper was Provencale chicken. But I get why I fell for this man who ground his own spices and had the same passion I did for pink Himilayan salt. One of my happiest memories of childhood is standing at the kitchen counter making coconut cake with my mother and going to the farmers market on Saturday mornings with my father. There was so much love that I felt around food, so much excitement, so much anticipation of what we might make with a cup of flour. I still love the sound of a dishwasher at the end of a day – the contented purr that signals the end of a home cooked meal, empty plates and full stomachs.
I cook all of Finn’s food and much of it we cook together. When he wakes, his second word every morning (after Mama) is oatmeal. We trundle off to the kitchen, he drags the pot from the cupboard, hands it to me, climbs up on the step stool, stands at the counter and pours the little tin cup of oatmeal, that I hand him, into the pot. I add the water and salt and we put it on the stove. The buzzer goes off after 6 minutes. He adds the cinnamon, ground flax, honey and pear. We blow on it as it cools. And then we eat. Together. And I am in love.
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