All posts tagged: friendship

Forgiving and forgiveness

We are in the twilight of the season of goodwill, the season where we reconnect. We are to be good and generous, we embrace family and friends, old and new, and spread good tidings and kindness. Everything is amplified in two weeks of love and understanding and supposed to be a peppermint flavour of perfect. But, thankfully, life is not perfect and with reconnection comes memories, good and bad. We realise that some wounds have healed, some are nicked open, and forgiving, and forgiveness, can be a huge challenge during this period. A mince pie and gulp of mulled wine do not always help the spiky swallow of anger or pain in the name of Christmas. What is forgiveness? You wrong me, I wrong you. Whatever the response to either of these is where forgiveness lies. Forgiveness is hope. And about how much you care about the person, and they for you. The absolute key is the acknowledgment of the hurt. Then to apologise and to try to learn from it, and behave better. The …

Soulmates

I was 16 and sitting in my art class. The boy I was madly in love with, in the way your 16 year old giddy heart can only love, leaned across the table and asked ‘So do you actually believe in “The One” Caitríona?’ I was delirious. My pupils dilated, I felt faint, churning sick, beautiful and achingly aware of my Hammerite braces. I wanted to run or else make a Bronte leap into his arms. This was it, he feels it, and he knows he is north-west Donegal’s Burton to my Taylor. He wants to take my hand as we step into my lobster-like vision of us sailing through a cotton cream life where we end up in the kind of home where our kids roll their eyes every time we dance around our grey-haired cosy kitchen to ‘Memories are made of this.’ And we laugh and remember when our joints didn’t hurt as much or when we made love like insatiable, insane creatures or wished we had started saving for our pensions earlier. …

Memories of Paolo Tullio

My dear friend Paolo Tullio passed away in June this year. In the cruel chasm and heartache of death, the indescribable void he left for those who were lucky enough to know him grows every day. I miss him dearly. I met him as a young pup starting out in TV on ‘The Restaurant’ back in 2008. He offered wisdom, guidance and support throughout the years of our friendship. He was an oracle on food, and taught me the true meaning of kindness. It was an honour to hear all he had learned about food from him. He taught me how to pronounce bruschetta properly and that every chef, no matter how good, can have a bad day in the kitchen. But it was not just food, he taught me tolerance, in everything from relationships to my career. He had a fantastic way of knowing exactly what to say, even if it was a painful truth, but delivered in a sensitive and kind way. I will think of him every time I smell fresh Parmigiano …