I just may get the hang of it

I am actually getting the hang of this cooking thing. My stuffed Bell pepper this evening was incredible and one is frozen for the future.

One has had only to glance in my direction to know food has in recent years become one of my sources of physical pleasures. Good food and drink with those we enjoy is a tradition celebrated for thousands of years in pictograms, the arts and the written word. The title of the famous "Last Supper" indicates many previous suppers.

I developed a habit of quick take out and my main meals with friends as possible. Worked great until another of those little surprises age brings. The diet! A real blow to this casual reader of contents and liberal salt user.

This is all preamble to the fact that I am at this advanced age actually learning to cook. Not only that I am learning to love vegetables, even crave them! It is really the only way to come close to non lethal levels of normal body chemicals.  But nothing done simply for self-preservation can endure long.

The glorious side effect that gourmet quality food prepared by self with love for self, even when eaten alone,  brings the ambience of friendship and family... adding to the companionship of Claudette and Sweet Alex.

At the end of a chilly rainy fall day I think of the wonderful Don Blanding poem Vagabond House, beloved by my mother and me.

Yep. We will have it in us.

Have a good one.