Once nice thing about simmering stuff is that it gives you lots of time to think about, and a real reminder of, the people you’re cooking for.
You remember the friendships.
Spices – a little goes a long way. Simmer – and what you get is essence. And the surprising taste from the melding of flavours.
Glancing back on the years, it’s not always the big things that stand out, but the small sweet acts of kindness… dashes of forgiveness… impromptu, nonsensical jokes… peppery arguments resolved… salty tears shed together… and silent but surely present support in suffering.
The friendships simmer over time. Mature, change, deepen. You learn to gracefully accept what is, and just as gracefully let go of what no longer is. In doing so, you discover the essence of the friendships. It is good, and often a pleasant surprise to realise the enduring flavour of such bonds – and the fragrance of Christ that they carry.
18 hours. 18 more to go. Simmer 🙂