I have been cooking seriously since I was 10. And, always, culinary pursuits and background music have gone hand-in-hand. In the early 70s I turned out a decent grasshopper pie ( a trendy sweet, containing nary an insect: the green was crème de menthe). As I whipped and poured into the chocolate cookie crust, I was listening to Carole King's "So Far Away." The summer we lived in Scituate, MA, I was in my Pennsylvania Dutch phase. Chicken with Potato Stuffing was served to the tune of Erik Satie's "Gymnopedies." Philly as a young married: Osso Buco and Al Jarreau.
The five senses are, each of them, so evocative. When you combine even two of them you are on sensory overload. But what a joy it is to experience them in tandem: the sight of a hummingbird hovering in the air and the smell of hibiscus (Costa Rica, 2007). The feel of a young girl’s Christmas velvet dress and the rich taste of wiener schnitzel (Luchöw’s, NYC, December 1968). And, this evening, the smell of Chinese noodles (Sheridan’s girlfriend Ya-Jhu at the helm) and the sound of Eagles football (PJ’s home for winter break) intertwined.
Everything is a gift from God. Everything. We just need to take the time to recognize that, and to open the incredible presents constantly before us. I invite you to light a scented candle. Right now. Browse your itunes library to find the precise music to mirror your mood. Eat, as the Allman Brothers Band would suggest, a peach. Take a bite from the succulent banquet that is life.