With An Iron Paw

Goergina rules the kitchen with an iron paw. The stove top is her home.

I was able to get a smile from her when I finished roasting a pork shoulder. When GG smelled it emerging from the hot oven, the cold room warmed up and the air sent both human and feline carnivores into a dream.

During the years after I moved away from Long Island, and before my mother died, Mom used to make a roast pork when I came up to visit. She knew it was my favorite, but not because I decided that it was. Mom based her choice on her own memories of my delight at moments just like this, when the wonderful food was ready but we had to be patient while it stood in the air for while before carving.

It is wonderful to have a working oven again. My housemate makes fresh biscuits almost every day!