Savour, to a point

Hit and Miss #452

Earlier this week, as we traded off our containers of ice cream, T chided me for leaving all the brownie pieces as I uncovered them, reminding me to eat and enjoy them.

I do this often: trying to draw out and savour some food or other time-limited experience. Sometimes, as when I “save the best bite for last”, it’s harmless—that bite will almost definitely be great. But other times, it actually compromises the quality of the thing I was trying to savour, as when I leave a special box of cookies or chocolate too long.

Our storage room has a few jars of tomatoes in it, part of an annual allotment I received from my Nonno and Nonna. I’d always use the jars gradually throughout the year. By the year after I’d gotten these specific jars, my grandparents had decided they wouldn’t make them anymore. The jars took on a new symbolism, so I further slowed my usage of them. Now, though, they’ve been there many years, long enough that I’d hesitate to use them, and they sit more as visual reminders of what’s changed than as something I’d happily reach for and cook with.

It’s a bitter irony, but one worth learning from—sometimes, delaying enjoyment can actually deny it. Time to enjoy some of that chocolate we brought back from Denmark.


All the best for the week ahead!

Lucas