I used to know a guy, tall, blond, angular, Brit, lived on South Beach, with his own his sense of couture. He’d been to Thailand and had taken to wearing sarongs, those long, wraparound skirts that look right on a Thai but on him looked like he was wearing a towel.
We’d go long stretches without seeing each other, but would run into each other from time to time, and he would swoop down and hug me to his skinny chest, kiss me on both cheeks and say, “Darling I’ve been dying to see you, but my life is not my own.” I thought he was absurd. Now I have become him.
I’m not tall or blonde and don’t rock a sarong, but I am absurd and my life is not my own since writing and publishing Feeding the Hungry Ghost: Life, Faith and What to Eat for Dinner. I’m meeting wonderful, fascinating people, having deeper connections, doing all the things I talk about in my book. On the downside, it’s meant painfully fewer blog posts, for which I beg your pardon.
I keep thinking life will return to normal, but then I think of a line from Morrissey (a fellow vegan but a way cooler one), “There is no such thing in life as normal.” And I think of a line from a Pulp song, “I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere in a field in Hampshire.” Perhaps I’ll meet up with that bit of brain again. I’m really more interested in meeting you.
While I have no plans to be in Hampshire yet, one never knows. But here’s where I foresee being:
March 21, 2013 3:30 PM Miami Home Show
March 28,2013 6 PM Books and Books
April 9, 2013 6PM Book Passage, Ferry Building
April 14, 2013 11 AM, Les Dames d’Escoffier Tropical Brunch , Miami Beach Botanical Garden
April 18, 2013 6 PM HistoryMiami
April 28,2013 3PM Heart of a Chef, Fairchild Tropical Garden
May 1,2013 6 PM Octavia Books
West Palm Beach
June 1,2013 1PM Williams-Sonoma, The Gardens
* A friendly homage to Raymond Carver’s beautiful, blistering short story, “Where I’m Calling From.”