Good morning. The sandwiches at lunch, so much smaller than the deli hoagies I used to buy. These are good memories, but there are too few of them. I mourn the meals lost to the hurly-burly of time’s passing, the rhythm of them, the story they could have told my future self. And so I’m starting today, adding another notation to my daily record of meetings and interviews and reminders and hopes: what I cooked.

Source: New York Times October 05, 2020 14:26 UTC