I’ve been reading these as you share them, Nom. Thank you for letting us into your world. The way you’re holding grief alongside everything else—living, eating, cooking, traveling—feels deeply human💔❤️
I love your posts, Naomi, but wish we could have the conversations they always seem to lead to. I have felt that fuzzy, foggy mood in the kitchen lately and honestly wonder if at my age I'm losing some sense of myself as a cook. Interesting to contemplate--whatever will I do if I can't cook? (Oh, maybe I'll write a novel!) You're feeling it, much younger than me, because of the incredible stress and loss and grief you've had to suffer over a short period of time (really, in terms of a lifetime, it was) but it's only in spasms and I'm sure your sureness of taste and technique and relationships will come back strong and permanent. And you still know that putting an egg on top is the cure for almost anything!
My heart wrenches for your son's loss, and I understand how difficult that was in the end days as a cancer caretaker. I wish for you to find balance as you honor his memory and distance allows you to let go of morsels of grief, hopefully helped by your beautiful prose here.
I'm so glad you have such good friends around you. It's so moving to read how you are moving through the world alongside your grief and the role food takes within that. Thank you so much for sharing, Naomi. x
I’ve been reading these as you share them, Nom. Thank you for letting us into your world. The way you’re holding grief alongside everything else—living, eating, cooking, traveling—feels deeply human💔❤️
Thank-you!
I love your posts, Naomi, but wish we could have the conversations they always seem to lead to. I have felt that fuzzy, foggy mood in the kitchen lately and honestly wonder if at my age I'm losing some sense of myself as a cook. Interesting to contemplate--whatever will I do if I can't cook? (Oh, maybe I'll write a novel!) You're feeling it, much younger than me, because of the incredible stress and loss and grief you've had to suffer over a short period of time (really, in terms of a lifetime, it was) but it's only in spasms and I'm sure your sureness of taste and technique and relationships will come back strong and permanent. And you still know that putting an egg on top is the cure for almost anything!
My heart wrenches for your son's loss, and I understand how difficult that was in the end days as a cancer caretaker. I wish for you to find balance as you honor his memory and distance allows you to let go of morsels of grief, hopefully helped by your beautiful prose here.
Thank-you so much...writing here has helped me explore and understand because it obliges me to be clear with myself.
Beautiful reflections Naomi. It has been a chill, long and dreary winter for many of us. I am so glad that spring is arriving in your heart 💕
Thanks so much Elizabeth ☀️☀️
You write in watercolor 💜
You are so kind, Nazanin. Big thanks.☀️☀️
I'm so glad you have such good friends around you. It's so moving to read how you are moving through the world alongside your grief and the role food takes within that. Thank you so much for sharing, Naomi. x
Just love and gratitude as you walk the road of grief. xoxo Sarah
Huge thanks 🧡❤️❤️