tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post115560964236977946..comments2007-03-10T12:00:06.768-05:00Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17344473202233770084noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-1159153731089599072006-09-24T23:08:00.000-04:002006-09-24T23:08:00.000-04:00It's lovely to read that your recovery continues. <BR/><BR/>I know next year I'll read about even more progress but right now reading your description of the perfume of boiling water confirms what I've known all along — the time will come when you will be grateful for these occult awarenesses that will propel you so far beyond where you could have gone without them.Raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999360315050687588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-1157746017053502192006-09-08T16:06:00.000-04:002006-09-08T16:06:00.000-04:00This is such a fantastic post - so descriptive and poignant. From the way the food looked and tasted to how you felt standing in NYC while the world whizzed around you, you really nailed it.Luisahttp://wednesdaychef.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-1155663938884623482006-08-15T13:45:00.000-04:002006-08-15T13:45:00.000-04:00Once again, we see the true 'hero' of that world - your fellow dishwasher. What a large and grand heart he must have.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com