Today is a bit of a detour from food. The swiss chard cakes I meant to post will wait until early next week.
Today I write an appreciation.
When I moved to Alaska, I clerked for an appellate judge for a year. He is one of the smartest men I've ever met, but kind of shy, and a champion fiddle player to boot. His work ethic is unparalleled. I admire him greatly.
In addition to all of his other admirable qualities, he was happily married, with three accomplished daughters. Earlier this summer, I learned that his wife was terminally ill. They took a final trip together, and she died last week.
They were married almost forty years. His late wife was an artist and an active volunteer, in addition to working and having a happy marriage and accomplished children.
I didn't know her, really. I think I met her a few times when I was clerking for her husband, and then saw them during the high holy days at synagogue.
There's a saying that you should live your life as if you knew you were dying. But it's more than having an adventurous life: what a satisfying thing to know that you have lived your life by doing well for others.
David and I married relatively late, in our mid-thirties. I can only hope we will have the kind of long and happy marriage that this couple did. I can only hope I will do as much good for others.
It's worth a try.