Sometimes I find food writing kind of frivolous, and I wonder why I am not doing something more important with my life.
Then I hear a story that reinforces my obsession with food’s power to evoke memory, connect, and heal. Yesterday, it came from my cousin Dana.
Dana spent most of his adult life in his bedroom with the door closed, suffering from severe anxiety. His dad took care of him until 2000, when he passed away, and now I check in with Dana from a distance. (I’m in Oakland, CA and he’s a six-hour drive away in L.A.) At almost 50, he’s my sweet little brother, and we talk almost every day. Two years ago, doctors diagnosed Dana with multiple myeloma, a cancer he cannot outlive.
Dana and my uncle loved to eat, and Dana became a good cook. When he [Read more…] about Comfort in a Bowl of Soup