Cooking for a Friend

Sharing food, sharing happiness. Injury thoughts. The joy of the normal. Learning to be grateful for what you otherwise wouldn't be grateful for.

September 30

A bit ago, I spent the day working with a friend. Asked that he let me cook for him. Falafel—which I know I can make and know he likes.

My task was to walk around with a compactor. It’s heavy, shakes, is loud. A slow machine, we’ll call it insistent. “I saw you fighting the machine,” I was told after it got insistent.

The mind was free to wa…