When Food Doesn't Heal

The One and I stood back from the counter that afternoon and let Callie bake. The One shook his head when he saw me lean in because she wasn't sifting the dry ingredients the way I would, and I backed off. I cleared my throat when he wanted her to use couverture chocolate instead of the Nestlé chips called for in the recipe. He demurred. The result, her first cake, wasn't bad. But more important, it was a connection between Callie and her grandmother, a connection that otherwise lives only in a smudged envelope full of dog-eared photographs she keeps tucked in her purse....more

I came from a challenging upbringing, and can relate in many ways to both sides of this ...more