It is rare to come across a really great book for me these days. The last book that really grabbed me was Margaret Atwood's Moral Disorder. I think perhaps, I have a lot on my mind and am finding it hard to really engage with a book. This book was amazing. I was captiavated by the title. I mean, who would not be- The History of Love? It was definitely an ambitious title and fully lived up to it. Love in all its forms. I loved Alma and Leo and was quite sad, I would not be a fly on the wall in their lives anymore. One of the lines I loved in the book was: Al Wittgenstein once wrote that when the eye sees something beautiful, the hand wants to draw it. I wish I could draw you.
Next on my list of must reads are: Let The Norhern Lights Erase your name by Vendela Vida and Too Much Happiness by Alice Munro.
As a kid I was a very finicky eater. I think I made my mom weep a couple times. I remember my grandfather telling me a wonderful story about food on a walk in the then quiet city of Bangalore only to come home to me eating just one grape after. It's been a long while since then. I grew up in great kitchens world-wide. Kitchens in Saudi Arabia, Qatar, India and Canada. My mom would set-up fabulous kitchens where ever we went. One of my most memorable meals has been eating mouth-watering dumplings in a trailer in Saudi Arabia. Needless to say, I was fed very well growing up regardless of where I lived. It was only in my late 20s in San Francisco where I began to transform my kitchen and really feed myself well. I am back in Toronto after spending 7 months as an apprentice growing organic food. I hope to use this blog as an outlet to post musings on everyday wholesome nutritious meals drawing upon meals made by my mom and evoke the feeling of hearing that grinding stone in my grandmother's kitchen.