Mr. Fox and I would like to thank you for your comments concerning Lily the Beagle. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I cried while reading your condolences. Or that I bawled a river of tears while reading the poems that some of you submitted. It’s comforting to know that Lily’s presence on this blog touched so many hearts in so many places around the world. I miss her terribly, and I always will.
Yesterday, between sobs and hugs, Mr. Fox and I searched local shops for black crepe paper. Failing to find any, we settled for opaque black pantyhose from the lingerie aisle at CVS. I cut the hosiery in half through the crotch. Then we tied each half, ribbon-like, to the columns that flank our front porch. This old-fashioned gesture announces to visitors that we are in mourning.
I had no desire to eat yesterday, but Mr. Fox insisted. Consequently I opened a can of Hormel chili, and served it, straight from the can, on crackers. The meal was as horrid as the sum of its ingredients.
In truth, I think cooking will be vital to my healing process. On this week’s roster is a devastatingly delicious gratin of leeks. It’s a little more work than opening a can of Hormel, but it is so worth the effort. Also on hand is a beef brisket that braises so tenderly that it melts in your mouth. So one recipe for vegetarians, and another for carnivores.
I’ll need a stiff upper lip for my birthday this Thursday. We’re going out to dinner with friends that evening, and they’ve promised to toast not just me, but Lily the Beagle, too. And that’s just as it should be.
Again, thank you for helping me to get through this difficult time. You are the best friends this grammatically-challenged food blogger could hope for.