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Inside today's letter
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Finding my way back to the kitchen
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Journal: How Scandi food is helping me heal--again
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Recipe: Norwegian Apple Cake
- A Fika Friday recap
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Coming next in A Place at the Table
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Finding my way back to the kitchen |
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Dear Anne,
Years ago, in the deep end of grief, connecting with the foods of my heritage helped to mend the cracks in my heart.
This week I realized that it's again helping me heal in a significant way.
As I made the batter for Great-Grandma Josephine's Norwegian waffles for my children on Monday, then invited my kids into the kitchen to bake a Norwegian apple cake with me on Thursday, I felt something happening. |
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Dear Anne,
Years ago, in the deep end of grief, connecting with the foods of my heritage helped to mend the cracks in my heart.
This week I realized that it's again helping me heal in a significant way.
As I made the batter for Great-Grandma Josephine's Norwegian waffles for my children on Monday, then invited my kids into the kitchen to bake a Norwegian apple cake with me on Thursday, I felt something happening. |
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Like muscle memory.
Measuring cups of flour, cracking eggs, and mixing batters reawakened feelings, the sweetness of all those years of baking with my kids before my eating disorder and trauma took over.
This week I had made the decision to lean into the baking that used to bring me such joy but had become a trigger in my eating disorder. And as I did, I could feel the healing taking place in those very moments.
I've been noticing that as I slowly return to the kitchen, it's reminding me of the ways that food has always been something that's provided connection and a way to feel and share love.
Keep reading for "journal entries" of sorts, into the real-time meaning brought about by these moments.
I'm so grateful for each of you, and I wish you a great week ahead.
- Daytona
P.S. On the way to school yesterday, ending my parenting week with my kids, I asked my kids how the week went, what stood out. You know what? They mentioned the waffles and cake--not the ballet classes, soccer practice, video games, or anything else.
And my daughter is so happy that I'm finally baking again; she's missed the frequent baking we used to do and asked me to continue it. I knew that returning to the kitchen in this way would be a good thing. But the way my children are talking about it makes me see just how much love there can be in shared experiences in the kitchen and at the table. |
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A sort of journal: How Scandi food is helping me heal--again |
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And now the recipe: Norwegian Apple Cake |
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Norwegian Apple Cake (Eplekake) |
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What to expect in the next A Place at the Table: My kransekake recipe and tips |
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