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Yes, chef

  • 15th Feb, 2005 at 12:04 AM

In memory of denizsarikaya's passing, I invited Damian and angorian to dine with Stephen and me. It was a rather spontaneous decision on my part, but I felt that I had to do something instead of writing frantically in my notebook. How could I not be heartbroken, for a person so loving and so well loved?

The last thing Deniz and I did together was a little bit of cooking and chatting, as I was going through a difficult part of my life. 23 January 2005, just four days before my birthday. Three weeks before her death. She bustled about the kitchen and made me chop onions, garlic, mint. She made me do the things that I lost the will to do. She comforted me in my time of grief, and sorrow, and loss.

So tonight, I made yoghurt soup again. I made rice and orzo and hummus. I prepared sweet onions with sumac, like she taught me, and served them with filet mignon. And I made a chocolate mousse for sad hearts. It was my homage to her life: that we feed ourselves with her food and her memory.

I owe her a great debt, which has turned unrepayable. I was supposed to go to Deniz's home one day, and cook her a feast fit for a Queen. Now her flat is no longer a home, and I can only cook for the people she left behind. I think they should take me up on it.

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

Update at 1:19: How appropriate: it's raining gently outside.


15th Feb, 2005 16:01 (UTC)
Do you want to cook? Drop by my place, we'll eat like kings.