Everyone’s busy working and studying and practicing and participating. What ever happened to wasting time? What happened to the dish designed to soak up hours?
Gone, along with the lemonade stand and play dough. But not forgotten. Wasn’t there pleasure in many hands and much fuss?
So, without warning, I consecrated a Monday evening to long-form ravioli.
“Why?” my first conscript demanded. Soon he’d flicked off his screen. He rolled the dough long and longer, draped the fine yellow sheets…