I never knew how I would deal with loss. I’ve seen others in
grieving; some turn reclusive, letting emotions eat away inside, while others
let them show outward. I guess I’m lucky to be 21 years old and never have had
cause to suffer through grieving emotions. Not everyone I know can say that.
Today I did experience loss; the loss of a pet, our Bailey.
My family and I treat our dogs like humans and equals and our attachments to
them are enormously strong. The death of Bailey has therefore hit hard. He’s in
a better place now, no longer in pain, but it will take a long time before I
can get used to walking in the door and seeing only one dog at my feet rather
than the normal two.
We cried, sat in silence, and even laughed some as we
recounted memories. And then he was buried in the back yard. You can see him
from the windows of our back room and our other dog has spent the entire day
sitting on the back of the couch and staring at the little mound of dirt in the
distance.
Instinctively I turned to cooking as a way to relieve the
stress and the emotion. I needed something to do with my hands, something
methodical, a mind-numbing cathartic sort of activity. I needed steam to rise
from a pot and warm my heart, easing the ache. I needed rich smells to drench
me in comforting calm. So I made gnocchi, letting thoughts settle as I rolled
each piece mindlessly across a fork. And to go with the gnocchi, a rich beef
ragout.
The recipe is here, though I made a few adjustments. I used
stewing beef instead of venison and for the gnocchi, I used all-purpose flour,
the whole egg, and added a handful of Parmesan to the dough as well. The
gnocchi turned out a little gloopy but it didn’t really matter. The beef
ragout, however, was deep and multilayered in flavor. The intensity of it
brought out a spiciness of sorts and the beef tenderized wonderfully. The onion
flavor was strong, but sweet, while nice red wine and bacon added lingering
hints of smokiness. I went back for seconds, thirds, letting the warm broth
wash away some pain. It was just what we needed after some very long and
difficult last few days of eating nothing but peanut butter toast. It by no
means solved the problem, but it certainly made things a little better.
Ah sorry to hear about your dog, Katie. I'm one of those lucky few that has never had to experience loss... it's always important to get a reminder to be appreciative and grateful.
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