“Art and music are the first things to go in schools. The role of art is disappearing. When we were kids, we learned about bakers and candlestick makers. We learned about cobblers and all these old-school, awesome things that people did their entire lives. They specialized in making one thing. … In archeology, the things that matter most are handmade: ceramics, glass, sacrophagi, paintings. The most valued objects of lost cultures are the things that were made by hand. We need to start making things with our hands again.” – Ira Coyne, sign painter.
It’s my last night in Florida, and I’m headed home (in theory) to what may be the largest snowstorm to cross the midwest in 3 decades. It’s only appropriate, I suppose, that the tradeoff for balmy temperatures, palm trees, and abundant farmers’ markets these past two weeks is to try and plan Passover food and a springy Easter menu amidst a foot of snow.
I’ll do my official vacation recap post after setting foot on cold, cold ground and revving up my real live laptop to work on. Needless to say, I’ve missed all of you. I’ve missed my kitchen. I’ve missed writing. I’ve tried to make food while here, and it’s been good, but not up to the standard I have for sharing with all of you. One thing was a surprise standout – a dark chocolate cupcake with coffee frosting – and I’ll be writing that up soon enough.
I’m going to get home (if the universe is kind), unpack, and settle back in. I have so much to share with you, and I’m super excited about it, but I need to feel my own four walls first. I miss baking. I miss the thinking, preparing, and the throwing together of food. I miss the feel of it. I need to start making things with my hands again.
See you very soon.