The week after the anniversary. The weight lighter. Not gone — the weight never goes completely — but lighter, the way a backpack feels lighter after a long climb when you stop at the top and rest. The climb was the year. The top is today. The resting is now.
I feel different. Not transformed — transformation is dramatic and I don't do dramatic. But adjusted. Recalibrated. The grief has settled into its permanent position — not at the center of everything but at the side, present, constant, manageable. A companion rather than a captor.
I'm cooking differently too. Not survival cooking, not grief cooking, not even the intentional cooking of the past few months. I'm cooking — freely. Experimentally. I made Thai curry on Tuesday (the first non-European dish in this kitchen since the fish tacos of 2017) and the kitchen smelled like coconut milk and lemongrass and it was unexpected and good and the unexpectedness was the point.
Mamma would have opinions about Thai curry. Mamma has opinions about any cuisine that doesn't involve potatoes, cream, and allspice. But Mamma doesn't need to know about the Thai curry. Some culinary adventures are private.
I also made Mamma's meatballs on Wednesday. Because the Thai curry was an adventure and the meatballs are home base and you need both. You need the ranging-out and the coming-back. You need the coconut milk and the cream gravy. You need to know where you're from while you're exploring where you're going.
The ice is going out. The lake is opening. The spring is coming. The anniversary is behind me. The world is ahead.
I'm reading a new book — not a Swedish novel, not a shipwreck book, but a memoir by a woman who lost her husband and found her way back through cooking. The parallels are obvious and I don't care about the obvious. I care about the fact that someone else did what I'm doing — cooked through grief, made food when making anything else was impossible, stood in a kitchen and rolled meatballs at midnight because the rolling was the only prayer she had.
I'm not alone in this. The memoir says so. The immigrant women in the 1923 cookbook say so. Mamma says so. Gerald says so. The kitchen says so.
I made a spring dinner: fresh pasta with the first asparagus. The annual signal. The green. The new.
I'm cooking. I'm reading. I'm here.
The next year begins. The kitchen is open. Come in.
The spring dinner I mention at the end — fresh pasta with the first asparagus — needed to be simple enough to feel effortless and bright enough to feel like a real arrival. This creamy pasta salad was it: the kind of dish where you toss things together almost without thinking, and what comes out is genuinely good, genuinely new. The asparagus is non-negotiable — it’s the annual signal, the green, and this year it meant more than it usually does. If you’re cooking through something and you need one dish that feels like a door opening rather than closing, this is the one I’d hand you.
Creamy Pasta Salad
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 30 min (plus chilling) | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 12 oz rotini or penne pasta
- 1 lb fresh asparagus, tough ends trimmed, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 1 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
- 1/2 cup cucumber, diced
- 1/3 cup red onion, finely diced
- 1/2 cup frozen peas, thawed
- 3/4 cup mayonnaise
- 1/4 cup sour cream
- 2 tablespoons white wine vinegar
- 1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
- 1 teaspoon sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- Fresh dill or parsley for garnish
Instructions
- Cook the pasta. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Cook pasta according to package directions until al dente. During the last 2 minutes of cooking, add the asparagus pieces to the pot. Drain together and rinse under cold water to stop cooking. Set aside to cool completely.
- Make the dressing. In a small bowl, whisk together the mayonnaise, sour cream, white wine vinegar, Dijon mustard, sugar, and garlic powder until smooth. Season generously with salt and black pepper.
- Combine. In a large bowl, combine the cooled pasta and asparagus with the cherry tomatoes, cucumber, red onion, and peas. Pour the dressing over everything and toss gently until evenly coated.
- Chill. Cover the bowl and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes — or up to overnight — to let the flavors come together. Taste and adjust seasoning before serving.
- Serve. Garnish with fresh dill or parsley. Serve cold as a main or alongside grilled meat or bread.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 390 | Protein: 10g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 48g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 320mg
About the cook who shared this
Linda Johansson
Week 259 of Linda’s 30-year story
· Duluth, Minnesota
Linda is a sixty-three-year-old retired nurse from Duluth, Minnesota, living alone in the house where she raised her children and said goodbye to her husband. She lost Paul to ALS in 2020 after two years of watching the kindest man she'd ever known lose everything but his dignity. She cooks Scandinavian comfort food and Minnesota hotdish and the pot roast Paul loved, and she sets two places at the table out of habit because it makes her feel less alone. Every recipe she writes is a person she's loved.