Whole Roasted Cauliflower
Sometimes I think a head of cauliflower is the epitome of how I want to live. Whole, somewhat roasted, covered in delicious olive oil and smothered in garlic. Scratch that into my epitaph, please.
I know it might sound crude and at the same time whimsical, but it’s true. I want to be like this head of roasted cauliflower. I think we all want to feel whole and come through the fires we are put through still resembling ourselves although our internal structure has changed. The fires add flavor and as we fully immerse ourselves in the heat, we come out on the other side richer and more eccentric, wiser for having weathered a storm. With wisdom, we are happily vulnerable to new flavor and spice.
My favorite illustrator and creative, Maira Kalman, explains, “…humor intersects with sorrow and we do not live in one static state.” I feel this intersection daily, in the kitchen, dancing away faceless anxiety and faithfully creating dishes I feel connected to. In turn, I nourish my sweet family with these dishes and this beautiful cycle of self-care happens for me in the kitchen.
So, I don’t mind the fact that I relate to a vegetable…the most nourishing, life-giving section of our food chain.