I love to
cook
especially
for friends.
There's the
food, of course,
the stories
we tell,
and before
an evening ends,
I simply
feel satisfied,
where in the
past,
I'd feel
stress.
There's a
simple reason
for this
emotion,
my gustatory
happiness.
I’ve learned
to take my time,
the secrets
of mis en place,
a sip of the
cooking wine,
well, maybe
an entire glass.
But mostly what
it is,
the core of
my cooking bliss:
when I peel
the potatoes,
I peel the
potatoes.
When I cut
the tomatoes,
I cut the
tomatoes.
When I stir
the soup,
I stir the
soup.
When I chop
the greens,
I chop the
greens.
That’s all
it takes,
so it seems.
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