tonight, i shall be the queen of food delivery. i will be acquiring sustenance for my widowed friend, her mother, and her children and delivering it after work, then i will run over to take something to another friend who is recovering from a rather nasty outpatient surgery, and then i will be running to yet another friend's house to feed her fishes and her plants while she's away. when that's done, i will head home to make more food for the hippie and me.
i swear, as a Southern woman, i find great comfort in this kind of thing. it's something that's taught by example from a very young age, and something that other people do not always understand. food is comfort in times of great stress, sickness, or death. a funeral means a mound of fried chicken and potato salad (which i made saturday morning), and maybe a pie if there's time. it soothes me to cook the things my mother and my grandmother and their mothers made. i feel the generations of women standing behind me, and it gives me strength. and taking that strength to other women is the goal at times like these--and even if it only helps a little, at least that's something i can do.