Have you ever noticed that food in books sounds even more delicious then food in real life? I'm not sure how you can begin to explain this phenomenon but it has always been true for me. I'd give anything for a glass of butter beer while reading a Harry Potter book and I've already blogged about how Percy's fried gizzards sound like heaven with Jan Karon is my author of choice. When in real life, who wants to drink something called butter beer. And come on, fried gizzards? That's just gross. Although I did just meet a girl from North Carolina who say's they're pretty good.
Anyways, I read a paragraph tonight and could make endless comments on how beautifully I thought it was written. What an astute point I felt like it makes on life, family conflicts, what to do when you feel like you're not sure just what to do and how I hope to be a women who fills her home with the fragrance of good food. I read it twice for those very reasons. But now as I read it the third time, because I wanted to blog about it, all I can say is that this paragraph is making me hungry...for chicken and dumplings.
From Home by Marilynne Robinson
How to announce the return of comfort and well-being except by cooking something fragrant. That is what her mother always did. After every calamity of any significance she would fill the atmosphere of the house with the smell of cinnamon rolls or brownies, or with chicken and dumplings, and it would mean, This house has a soul that loves us all, no matter what. It would mean peace if they had fought and amnesty if they been in trouble. It had meant, You can come down to dinner now, and no one will say a thing to bother you, unless you have forgotten to wash your hands. And her father would offer the grace, inevitable with minor variations, thanking the Lord for all the wonderful faces he saw around his table.
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Mu husband wonders how I can sit and read a cookbook, but is is so much fun. I think items put together in that way might taste and if I should make them. By the time I read through one, I feel as if I have had a meal. I always thought as a child that the food in "Little House on the Prarie" sounded good, but when you stop and think about it, it really isn't.
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