I Like You

On January 13th, 2006, I had a most enjoyable evening making homemade pasta. I was at home, which was the Sumner House, collaborating with a new friend on the extended process of rolling out long, elastic sheets of pasta using my old fashioned hand-cranked machine, and experimenting with an Emeril Lagasse recipe for vodka sauce.

The making of homemade pasta is a labor of love. At some point during the creation, I am bound to ask, “Why did we do this when we can buy perfectly good pasta for 99 cents a box?” And then…there is the final product: lovely, fresh noodles whose texture is in an entirely different universe than the dried boxed variety.

That night in January, the preparation didn’t seem quite as long and arduous as usual. I was enjoying the conversation and seemed to have a good teamwork vibe with my culinary companion. He was tall, dark, handsome, and charming, and I would have been inclined to Like him if he weren’t several years younger.

On January 13th, 2007, exactly one year later, I spent the day at an orientation session for the Haiti medical relief team I will be part of in March, along with my husband, Jonathan. He is still tall, dark, handsome, charming, and several years younger. I still like sharing space with him in the kitchen. And somehow, in a matter of 365 days, so much has changed…

It has been a year of wonders.