I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.

She was a great cook, but she cooked more for herself than for other people, not because she was hungry but because she was comforted by the rituals of the kitchen.

Life is so endlessly delicious

When a person has lived generously and fought fiercely, she deserves more than sadness at the end.

Plain fresh bread, its crust shatteringly crisp. Sweet cold butter. There is magic in the way they come together in your mouth to make a single perfect bite.

I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.

It is not 'only' food, I said heatedly. There's meaning hidden underneath each dish.