Welcome to Wednesday night dinner at the Kellis house.
On the table is Moroccan-Style Egg Soup: vegetable broth and rice spiced with red harissa, a sauce with a kick used in Moroccan cuisine. In the hot broth floats a poached egg, and the soup is sprinkled with chopped parsley leaves. Ross reads a section of The Brother’s Karmazov by Dostoevsky during dinner–the section about a rich woman who is exceptionally honest about her inner doubts for the wrong reasons. Zosima tells her how to have faith, but we can’t divulge that secret in this blog post. One idea that stands out that Father Zosima relates is the human irony that the more a person loves humanity in general, the harder it is to love his or her living neighbor. On the other hand, the more sincerely one loves his neighbor, the less zealously he tends to love humanity in general. Heather cleans the dishes while Ross pounds away at his laptop, there is a graduate school Islam class research paper due tomorrow. Heather makes out a shopping list: lemon juice, EVOO, eggs, milk, fruit, cheese, salt, polenta, flour. This is the sacrament of daily life.