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9/15/2017
Love, like bread, needs to be made and remade

Things My Father Taught Me
By Mary Morrell


“You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working, and just so, you learn to love by loving.” ~ St. Francis de Sales

My mother may not have been the best of cooks, but there was never a night or a Sunday afternoon when she didn’t put a home cooked meal on the table in spite of working every day. She had some specialties, like a mean macaroni salad and an awesome salad dressing which still gets me rave reviews when I make it for family or friends. But when it came to making meatballs, she should have taken lessons from her sister, my dear Aunt Ginny.

Aunt Ginny’s meatballs were robust and tender, full of spices and homemade bread crumbs, and it seemed she always had a pot full of meatballs and sauce on the stove when my cousins and I came to visit.  On the other hand, my mother’s were small and hard and, I discovered by accident, made a loud thud if they fell on the floor.

My mom never mastered the art of making shankleesh like my Aunt JuJu and Aunt Jeanette, so I always relished the Sundays when a mound of this (mold ripened) cheese, covered with spices and drizzled with olive oil, was sitting on the kitchen table with warm Syrian bread when we came to visit after Mass. In spite of the fact that my five cousins were almost always there, along with any number of adult family members visiting from the flat downstairs or house down the street, there was always enough.

And who didn’t love when my Aunt Evelyn came to family gatherings at our house carrying a pot of stuffed grape leaves or a bowl of tabouleh? I swear I remember “someone” taking a good number of those stuffed rolls and hiding them in a separate container in the back of the refrigerator for later when most of the guests had gone home and the immediate family was left to clean up…and eat leftovers.

But, in spite of her culinary shortcomings, I also learned from my mom how to make some of my favorite Syrian food: riz and lubee (rice, steak and green beans), mamool (dough stuffed with chopped nuts and sugar), and pita bread.

I especially loved the days when she made bread. The anticipation of warm round loaves coming out of the oven, of pulling off a piece and spreading the inside with real butter and then having a good strong cup of tea was heavenly. But sharing it with family seemed to make everything taste better, and, certainly, the animated conversations of a house full of Syrian women, and the occasional courageous male of the family, was always memorable.

But I didn’t realize how much work went into the bread making until I went through the whole process by myself as a young married woman – the measuring the kneading, the rolling, and then the waiting. The experience was a lesson that helped me see the truth in a lovely quote by writer Ursula K. Le Guin:

“Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.”

Her words are a beautiful description of the most important work of a family – love, made, shared and made new all over again every day.

The experience also reminded me of a conversation I had with one of my sons after he suffered a break-up with a long-time girlfriend. “Love shouldn’t be this much work,” he grumbled.

I tried to explain to him that while, the feeling of love requires little effort, the on-going act of loving is work, hard work that requires moment-to-moment decisions and reflection on how we best serve God through our own efforts to love others.

There is probably no better example of the work of love than St. Teresa of Calcutta. Ordained just over a year ago on Sept. 4, 2016, this diminutive nun spent her life sharing love, and bread, with a family that consisted of the poorest of the poor, the suffering and the outcast. She reminds us, “Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.”

Mary Morrell is an award-winning writer, editor and educator working at Wellspring Communications.  She can be reached at mary.wellspring@yahoo.com, and read at her blog,’ God Talk and Tea.’






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