I am re-reading all of Laurie Colwin's books, one right after the other. They put me in a wonderful mood, which is just what I need right now. I just put down the book, Happy All the Time, which is such a hopeful story. And I read her Home Cooking books every winter, usually when I'm slightly sick with a cold and need comforting. I can't remember when I first heard about her, but I know it's been years and years. Possibly it was when she died, back in 1992, when I was only 32 years old and 48 seemed so far in the future. Now I'm four years older than she was when she died. How did that happen?
Reading her books always makes me feel domestic for awhile, so I went to the farmer's market and bought a lot of fresh fruit and vegetables, and cooked a lovely dinner with most of them, then made a cobbler with fresh peaches and blueberries using this recipe. I really want to make a clafoutis, but Steve requested a cobbler, so I made that instead.
I think part of my melancholia is from seeing the movie "Hope Springs" yesterday. While it was a wonderful film, the scenes of the two characters sitting in the marriage counselor's office was so devastating and painfully familiar, that I cried through a major portion of it. And even though the movie has a happy ending, my first marriage didn't. And as if that wasn't enough sadness, I decided to rent and watch "Heartburn". Such a sad story.
I need to get back to work.
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