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dinner: a love story

Thursday, June 14, 2012 by alana

When Rosie was born, she had a hole in her heart.

We didn’t know this until months later, when her doctor heard a mellow “whoosh, whoosh” as she listened to her tiny chest. At first, it all seemed like a crisis–there were trips to the big hospital in the next county, and every answer to “how are you?” started out with a sigh. The doctors said she would surely have heart surgery by the time she was two or three, and this became part of what we knew about her as she grew and became her own little person. But the next year when we went back to the cardiologist and they hooked her up to their machines, the hole had gotten smaller. The year after that, it was gone, having sealed up on its own via some independent volition within her own little body. We let it fade away along with the other moments around start of parenting that made us feel so raw and vulnerable and terrified.

This past week, I got home late one night, and I slipped into the girls’ room to kiss their heads. Rosie was still up.

“Mom?” she asked me. “When a baby has a hole in their heart, where is it?” I can’t remember the last time we had talked about this. It must have been years ago.

I explained that the heart has four rooms, and that in her case, the hole had been in one of the walls between rooms. She didn’t even miss a beat.

“Four rooms? But that’s funny. Because I can fit more than four people in there, right?”

I realized that in Rosie’s mind, the heart in her chest and the heart that loves were indistinguishable. There wasn’t any awareness that one was metaphorical. I assured her that she could fit as many as she wanted.

I’d been thinking about the heart, too. I’ve been having a week that I can only describe as “heart-opening”. I’ve been thinking about those words, and about what they mean. I think those four rooms of the heart provide an image that makes sense, and that when we open the heart, we jiggle the windows until they become unstuck, we lift up the windows, we let the air flow throw and the curtains billow.

I was away for a full couple of days this week, and while I was gone, Joey and the girls cooked out of our new cookbook, Dinner: A Love Story. They went strawberry picking in the morning so that they could make a strawberry pie, and then Joey made Jenny and Andy’s Pork Ragu. I can tell that Sadie had spent the whole day with the book too, because since then, she’s been talking about Jenny Rosenstrach as if she’s an auntie who came to visit. (“Jenny says I should fold a burrito like this.”) I’ve never met Jenny in person, at least, not yet, but I can’t think of someone I’d rather have cooking with my family while I’m away. Because this book, this beautiful, useful, funny, delicious, and able-to-change-the-way-we-relate-to-food-and-family book, this book teaches us to cook with our hearts open.

Joey was kind enough to take these pictures while he cooked, but what I found in the fridge when I got home was a perfect little container of pork ragu. It was so good–a little smoky, a little sweet, the pork so tender it just melted a bit. You can find the recipe here, although I’m guessing you’re going to want the book. You’ll find this one on page 179, which is going to be one of many dog-eared pages in my copy.

I can tell you all sorts of things about Dinner: a Love Story. How the stories are wonderful, the recipes perfect, the attitude exactly what most cooks (parents or not) really need to hear. The photos and the design make the book special and lovely while still durable enough to get beat up and oil stained (which it will, in any kitchen). But what I really want to tell you is that this is the book that I’ll be giving away at weddings and baby showers and everything in between. This is a book for mothers and, as Joey has proven, maybe even more–fathers. It’s for people starting to make their way in the world and the kitchen with the hope of living well and feeding themselves and their family. It’s for new couples, or people who have been cooking for years and who need new inspiration. As Jenny says in her introduction, “I’m thinking this book might just be for everyone.” She’s right. Because if the heart has four rooms, one of those rooms has got to be the kitchen. And in that kitchen, this is the book you’ll find open on the counter.

(Jenny’s publisher was kind enough to send me a copy of this book, but that in no way affects my decision to share it with you. And I can assure you, I’ll be buying many more.)

Filed Under: cookbooks, Family, pasta, Pork Tagged With: dinner

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  1. Stacy says

    Thursday, June 14, 2012 at 2:09 pm

    I love the simple image of the heart offered by your daughter, and they way you expound upon it. Thank you, too, for the reminder to rattle open the stuck windows in our hearts.

    And: I am so looking forward to reading this book!

  2. Gretchen says

    Thursday, June 14, 2012 at 2:19 pm

    What a warm review. I’m loving this one too!

  3. Amber says

    Thursday, June 14, 2012 at 2:24 pm

    That was just the sweetest story about your daughter! Makes me want to run out and pick up the book…

  4. Carlinne @ Cook with 2 Chicks says

    Thursday, June 14, 2012 at 3:51 pm

    What a touching post. I love the four room metaphor and your description of “Dinner: A Love Story” being “heart-opening.” I couldn’t agree more!

  5. Leah says

    Thursday, June 14, 2012 at 6:59 pm

    Even more inspired than ever to pick up this cookbook! Thanks for telling a delightful story!

  6. Micha says

    Friday, June 15, 2012 at 8:43 am

    The story is wonderful! I just found your blog and I’m so happy about it.
    Best greetings from Germany, Micha

  7. Jennifer Roney says

    Saturday, June 16, 2012 at 3:09 am

    Your book came in the mail today…it’s INCREDIBLE. Not to sound like a crazy person, but I had tears in my eyes by the end, and I am about to start readng it again. Truly just amazing, SO WELL DONE! I have spent the last half hour emailing and facebooking people, telling them to get it! Thank you so, so much! Congratulations!

    • alana says

      Sunday, June 17, 2012 at 2:52 am

      Oh, thank you Jennifer! You’ve made my night with this one…

  8. Sheree says

    Sunday, June 17, 2012 at 4:23 am

    Hello!
    I am sitting here with your book on my lap as I type this. I ordered it on a whim 3 days ago. I was ordering a canning book and you book showed up as a recommendation. After reading the reviews, I added it to my cart. I own a lot of cookbooks, and yours is my new favorite! It is so lovely and I love all of your stories. I am an everything has a story kind of person anyway. My son and Ilan to make the toaster pastries tomorrow. I never let him eat the store bought ones, but he sees the commercials and thinks the look yummy. We were excited to see your recipe in book. Everything looks wonderful, actually. I did not see one thing that I do not want to make. I was giddy to see your recipe for homemade butter. I started making my own the same way a few months ago, mainly for the buttermilk…I could not find fresh, organic buttermilk anywhere and so I figured I’d just make some butter. I am looking forward to cooking up all of your recipes this summer. Great, great job and thanks so much for sharing your kitchen wisdom with us all!!
    Sheree

  9. Elizabeth says

    Monday, June 18, 2012 at 11:58 am

    Love this story. Btw, your link to the recipe does not work, just when you got me craving it.

    • alana says

      Monday, June 18, 2012 at 12:54 pm

      All fixed, Elizabeth- thanks for letting me know!

  10. alwayshungry says

    Tuesday, June 19, 2012 at 6:57 am

    What a beautifull insight into Rosie’s mind!
    I hope that my kids will enjoy cooking as much as Sadie does!
    As for Dinner: a love story, I’ve added it to my wish list…
    Maybe Santa will think of it!

  11. margaret christine @ notes from maggie's farm says

    Tuesday, June 19, 2012 at 4:00 pm

    I’m really looking forward to this book, now. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

  12. Jessica (Growing up in the Garden) says

    Wednesday, June 20, 2012 at 2:13 pm

    What a beautiful story! I have two new cookbooks on my shelf (yours and the Martha Stewart one you wrote about a little while back). I am tempted to now get this one and I have only made a small dent in the others. You make it so irresistible though.

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    […] into the world. This morning, they finally came home, and in some ways I did, too. Joey cooked that marvelous ragu again, and we sat around the table and clinked glasses to it all. And then Joey and I attacked the […]


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