Roll Model

Philadelphia’s Amoroso rolls breed Amoroso amore. I started to catch on to this from PhillyGuy, whose mother makes him sandwiches whenever he passes through his hometown.

The Charleston City Paper talks about Amoroso rolls and the expats in South Carolina who are devotees.

I am no role model. While I am filled with amore for this role I would not recommend it anyone. Not as an intentional pursuit, that is. How I got here was pre-intentional living. Parts of it, yes, parts of it I would not give up for, for, for… anything, not even better hair. Parts of it I would recommend not missing while you are on earth.

We are trying – make that I am trying – to be a family (click on this link for Linda Kulman’s insightful words about the fortress of family). My son doesn’t know anything about that and his part is automatic. He has no consciousness of what I think a family should be. Your family is your family is your family. I tell him so and he believes me. As a child you have no intimate basis of comparison and whatever goes on in your house passes for normal. Later on you get to dissect it, find the odd bits, the strange customs, the rubbish, the stuff you want to burn.

I am looking for our life’s natural order. It’s there, if I can just see it, reveal it. Flour, yeast, salt, water. The fundamentals are enough to make something sturdy and lifegiving – bread and rolls. Our fundamentals are there too, if I can just leave them alone long enough to rise.

We are enough. Why? Because I said so. And I am the mom.

Photo by Renee Comet
Styling by Me