Cake Helps

I was really hoping to start this blog off with succession of short, funny entries about food that would make you crack up and think I’m super clever. But this is really a personal blog that happens to center around my love of food. And since it’s personal, I cannot pretend here that I’m not experiencing some major sadness  this week about losing Super Kitty.

She had a long, good life. She was my twin, but in kitty form. She loved food as much as I, and had the bowling ball waistline to prove it. Like me, that cat rarely lost her appetite – no surgery, stress or illness could keep her from a meal. In fact, what clued us in that she was terribly ill is that she would not even look at the mixture of tuna juice and chicken stock that we put in front of her on her last day.

SK, in our skinnier days

Oddly, or maybe not so, my response to her death reminded me of my strange but happy relationship with food. After hours of tears on Wednesday night, I found myself planning out a menu for Friday. My friends that I am house-sitting for, Weather-Girl and The Welshman, are returning for the weekend with cousins in tow. A few other friends will join us on the deck Friday night for food, wine, and catching up.

On Wednesday, my heavy heart instinctively knew that getting up to my elbows in some cooking would make me feel better.

I don’t know why, but an old recipe from Molly Katzen came to me. Jeweled Rice Salad from Still Life with Menu. The taste of olive oil, lemon, parsely, honey and garlic is such a Moosewood-y flavor combination, and it takes me back my early 20’s, when I taught myself how to cook by making almost every recipe between it’s tattered covers. I prefer to use short grain brown rice, and I skip the grapes and add chopped red & yellow peppers. It’s a cheerful looking dish, and one of my favorites.

I got the biggest head of cabbage you’ve ever seen from Simmon’s Farm, with which I made a simple slaw with a lime-cilantro dressing. We’ll probably grill up some of their amazing sausages or make burgers from their ground beef. Weather-Girl and The Welshman have a freezer shelf full of Simmon’s Farm meats, having been members of their CSA meat share last winter.

And to finish, we’ll have an upside down cake, but made with local plums rather than pineapple. I’ll serve it warm, with creamy, locally made vanilla ice cream, of course.

I know I’ll think of Super Kitty and miss her as I’m unwrapping the softened butter and measuring out the whole-milk buttercream, two things among many we shared a mutual love of. What I’ll miss most, of course, is the mutual love we had for each other.

But cake helps. Even SK knew that.

More Food, Less Pain,


4 thoughts on “Cake Helps

  1. Louise,
    I am sorry to hear about Super Kitty, having lost kiki only a couple of months ago I know the depth of your pain. Its amazing how attached we become to our animals. Love you and your new blog. Mary

  2. Two truths in this post, for me: one, Super Kitty had a super belly, and cake makes you feel better:) Keep writing, cooking, eating, and making me laugh!

  3. Oh man, I wish I knew Super kitty 😦 she seems to be one of the awesome ones. also it is late and im craving coleslaw…only seriously good blogging makes you crave late night coleslaw 🙂 Love you! …and cake.

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