12/07/18

Yesterday afternoon I spent some time cooking
with a dear friend. The entire experience was so
enjoyable that I was reminded of the different
gifts food brings. Obviously, there is the gift of
anticipation. It's quite delicious thinking about a
friend coming over and all the fun you're going
to have preparing a meal. Yet, another part of the
anticipation, is the actual planning the cooking
and acquiring and amassing the ingredients. I
love all the parts of it; the foods laid out, seeing
what you forgot and getting it together, pots
and pans to go with the different parts of the
meal. Then begins the cutting, chopping, stir
frying, adding in the bits and pieces, along with
the tasting. I love the tasting . . . the textures
rolling around your tongue, gifting delectable
flavors and memories as you bring the meal to
fruition. And, I simply can't decide which is the
best part, the cooking together or the savoring
of the meal once it's finished. I love eating out;
there are many delightful components to that as
well . . . but, I'm not sure it ever compares to
the turning of your own kitchen into that magical,
alchemical kingdom of scents and sights, mess
and chaos . . . the pure magic of a meal shared.
a food for the gods
tis a taste of paradise
a sharing bar none