Cooking and writing have at least one thing in common. In both cases you have to know who your audience is.
Back in the early 90’s I volunteered at an AIDS hospice in Tacoma, Washington. I drove residents to medical appointments, did laundry, dispensed medications and cleaned up every substance that could come out of a human body.
It felt good to see to other people’s needs, but I wanted a chance to do something really personal.
I wanted a chance to use my skills.
So one night when the regular cook was busy I offered to make dinner for the residents, staff and volunteers.
My supervisor, Deanna, a kind woman in her sixties, raised an eyebrow as she asked, “Are you sure you can prepare a sit down dinner for 14 people?”
With my Italian mother and Jewish father and my childhood full of marathon cooking sessions, I answered truthfully:
“I don’t know how to make dinner for
less than 14 people.”
"All-righty then."