There’s just sometime about cooking dinner for others that melts away my stresses in life (for a moment) like few other activities can do. It’s the quiet work in the kitchen that culminates with warmth and good cheer around a table with friends that does wonders to smooth out the frazzled nerves and unsettled soul. I don’t do it often enough with my school schedule, but when I do, I realize my life could probably be in better balance if I did.
My first weekend of a short break, I stepped into the kitchen, fired up the stove and turned on the oven to make a pasta dish and fruit crumble to bring over to friends on the Westside for a long, leisurely Sat. supper. Also on the menu were a simple arugula salad and melon and prosciutto for an appetizer, but it was the talk around the table that completed the meal with a nice bottle of French Burgundy that sealed the deal.
