As those of you who read this blog regularly know, I write about food for a living. I restrict my endeavors mainly to cookbooks, although I have also written numerous magazine articles, too. During this time I have met a lot of other food writers — most of us freelance and always supportive of each other. The other night I had dinner with three of them in New York City at a wonderful little restaurant on 9th Avenue called Nizza. We were celebrating the holiday season and New York was decked out in all its festive glory. When food writers gather, we tend to share our food and the conversation often revolves around food, too. My friend Tish mentioned that she had recently baked macaroons and when I asked her why (expecting she would tell us about a book or magazine article), she said it was “just for fun.” I admit, jaded as we are, the three of us registered surprised; Lori said she couldn’t remember the last time she had cooked just for the fun of it.
I think I might give it a try this year!
Edna Lewis, who was a magnificent cook and wrote a few glorious cookbooks, once explained to me how she managed to bake so many cookies before Christmas every year. She said she cleared a day for the task, didn’t answer the phone or the door (nowadays that would include not checking emails) and simply devoted the day to baking. Clearly this was a happy day for Edna, and while solitary it was as joyful as those days filled with family and friends.
I have always meant to follow suit. Perhaps this year I will. Sounds like fun.
I bet you have alot of food chat and kwoledge to share. I am in the process of my own cooking... Food , Flowers and Friends cookbook and web site.
