“Do you realize what I have done for you? You call me ‘teacher’ and ‘master,’ and rightly so, for indeed I am. If I, therefore, the master and teacher, have washed your feet, you ought to wash one another’s feet. I have given you a model to follow, so that as I have done for you, you should also do. Amen, amen, I say to you, no slave is greater than his master nor any messenger greater than the one who sent him.” – John 13:12-16
You know what I love about the Holy Thursday mass readings? This is the only time that all three readings describe three unique events that are central to our Catholic faith.
As a latchkey kid I taught myself to cook during the afternoons I spent with my little brother after school. It started with scrambled eggs, pasta noodles and brownie mixes, and it eventually evolved into an art form. I am no good at drawing or music or dancing, so the refrigerator became my palate and the plate my canvas. I read cookbooks—not for recipes, but as inspiration for my kitchen improvisation. When I indulged fine restaurant cuisine, I picked apart tastes to identify the ingredients behind them. I would return to my kitchen and attempt to recreate the flavor combinations.
When I became a teenager, I began to host dinners—feasts—for my friends. Few things brought me as much joy as sharing fresh Seattle salmon, fruit-filled salads, and decadent desserts with them. My creative outlet was richer when it was shared with the ones I love.