In Donata's Kitchen

Random Thoughts

And on grief

Truth is, I grieve every time I eat. 

I grieve for the person I could have been if I hadn’t eaten that. 

The butter, the bread, the cheese.

Fact is, I eat too much cheese.

And sometimes it’s just good to stick to the facts.

Stick to the facts, ma’am. 

Just stick to the facts.

Don’t wander off into the chicken stew and inspect this and dissect that. This isn’t a magic mirror ma’am. It’s not meant for your knowing, that knowing without knowing, any knowing outside of the facts.

Memories pop at the surface. 

Bubbled up from a gently boiling broth.

Never just a slow simmer.

Always prone to boiling over.

Would a bigger pot help?

No. Tried that. Just more to clean.