Many evenings last year, my son Isaac arrived home from work as I finished making dinner. He pulled up a stool and we talked about nothing — and everything.
Then 19, Isaac was working hard during a gap year after high school. I was lonesome after months of remote work, and those evenings were an unexpected COVID silver lining.
Then, in early March, he told me that he and his friends had signed a lease. He would move out April 1.
"Well," he told me, "I guess I have a month to learn how to cook."
Another silver lining.
So, once or twice a week during that last precious month, no matter how tired we were, Isaac and I made dinner together.
We started with one of his favorites: Spaghetti with red sauce and Italian sausage. We talked about the importance of mis en place, the pros and cons of fresh and dried basil, how to stir in the browned bits of sausage in the pan for added flavor, and how a twist of the serving tongs and a sprinkle of cheese make each plate a little more beautiful. We made garlic bread and a nice green salad, and we enjoyed it all together.
It will be years before Isaac masters the art of figuring out what to make for dinner, so as the weeks progressed, I chose dishes I thought he'd enjoy, and that included a skill I thought he needed to take with him — peeling garlic, prepping herbs, handling meat safely.