It's fair to say, it's not all beer and skittles...but no worship comes without sacrifice right?
It can be resented
weeknight dinners.
Dealing with unidentifiable sludge in the vegetable crisper is also not a high point.
It's a disco dance floor when I'm cooking. At least until I crack and go dance in the loungeroom because there's more space. You can laugh if you like, but it tells me something. This is the space where I am pretty comfortable in myself.
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Strike a pose, there’s nothing to it…
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You know those
fabulous people who draw, or make ceramics, are great at photography, can whittle a dining table or knit a wardrobe for a small nation?
I'm not one of them.
But I can cook
pretty okay. So i guess it's my art. The kitchen is my creative studio.
It's also how I show you I love you.
Please don't feel intimidated or obliged to reciprocate.
It's my thing and I wanna, I wanna, I wanna!
Roasting parsnip, potato, garlic, onion and cumin to make soup for
Brad who’s got a sore throat.
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If it's not the
home entertainment capital, it's at least pre-dinner drinks and canapés.
More
often than not, It's GET OUT OF THE WAY! when the dinner party congregates in
front of cupboard doors.
Sometimes, I can open up my inner sanctum.
I've even cooked with others.
Not often. It can be hard to share.
This is a deeply personal spirituality.
If I permit you into my space, it's okay just to be there with me
....AND NOT FREAKIN' TOUCH ANYTHING!
San Pasqual’s
Holy Day is 17 May, so I’ll give him more than the normal tip of my hat today.
I’ll be thinking about how important my kitchen is, and all the kitchen symbolises to me.
Where are you most at home in your home?