My family has a little text-message chain going on – perfect for this time of troubles: Two elders and six certified adults.
On Sunday, we started playing can-you-top-this for comfort food, with accompanying photos.
Upstate: Quarantine with saag chicken.
Long Island: Sausage in wrap. Bit of birthday cake from the freezer.
Deepest Pennsylvania: "We see your saag paneer and we raise you by homemade chicken and minestrone soup."
That got us through Sunday. The Monday NYT in the driveway brought a column by Margaret Renkl, who has become one of my top-ten favorite bylines in the paper – from Alabama, now living in Nashville. She writes so well about ecology, and life. Her column was about making corn bread on a cast-iron skillet, to ward off the blues.
The words reminded me how much I loved roaming the region a few decades ago. I remembered a modest luncheonette in Oak Ridge, Tenn., which featured – in the early 70’s! – a fresh vegetable plate, okra, white beans, tomatoes, whatever was in the kitchen, plus buttery, crumbly corn bread.
I’ll bet Margaret Renkl’s corn bread is even better.
Then there was the email from my man Mike From Whitestone, supplier of daily wisdom via the Web, designed to get us through.
I had never thought of it that way.
Mike also sent this one:
To close, may I suggest this chorus from the Grateful Dead. Make it your mantra for the day, for this time of the troubles -- with fresh cornbread on the side.
has filed an interview with, of all people, me.
It's on his blog. (Just past photo of rat!) My thanks for his interest. GV
David Vecsey's sweet tale of distant love before the Web, now NYT Podcast, narrated by Griffin Dunne. Please see: