A package arrived in the mail from a friend, inside was a giant jar of saffron and a note that read – thinking of you. Harvested in the fields of Iran, hand picked and sun dried, it filled the room with it’s grassy floral bouquet much to my Gypsy delight.
Because of it’s labor intensive harvesting methods, saffron is the most expensive spice in the world. It imparts a golden-yellow hue to the food it touches, and a bitter, hay-like taste that is unmistakable. Each saffron crocus bulb bears only three or four flowers with with three vivid crimson stigmas, that are gently plucked with tweezers before drying and trading.
I shudder to think the volume of food this jar will spice, I may be forced to leave it’s contents in my will.
It got me thinking, on this snow-bound, bright winter day, how well cultivated and rich life is the spice a friend brings. Like the sweet stigma of saffron, the laughter of friends can colour your life with a yellow-gold hue and make meals more memorable.
As an only child I make my friends part of my extended family, embracing soul-sisters and brothers-from-another-mother as I traipse through life and its associated journeys, from one side of the country to the other. My family of friends is diverse and wide spread, there are a myriad of couches and spare rooms I could commandeer with very little notice.
It’s good to be loved. Good to know you have friends who love you, who understand and support you, not despite your flaws but rather because of them. They are our people, our entourage, our tribe of like-minded souls.
We are awash in saffron and golden friendships.
Thoughts at the end of a long week in the kitchen, from the Slice of Life file…