One of my greatest pleasures in the whole wide world is cooking for my family. I may not be the best or the most innovative, but I love to experiment and tweak, and I know for a fact that my secret ingredient has the potential to boost any meal into a feast.
And this would be?
Love. As I prepare my food, I think of my husband and my children and what a privelege it is to be able to provide something that will nourish their bellies and their souls. I really take the time to awaken my senses to all the ingredients have to offer, and honor each item as it is popped into the mixing bowl.
I used to think that all this was a bunch of hooey, but then I cooked the same dish the same way I've always cooked it, but in an angry frame of mind.
It was unpalatable.
Stranger things, people. Stranger things.
Today's TT comes as a result of my mad eavesdropping skills.
While making dinner and listening in on a conversation of one of my sons and his friends, I heard them referring to a 'kinda weird' movie that they were watching in English class. One they started filling in some details, I realized that they were talking about a visually amazing movie based on a food-related book (the diet's going great, thanks for asking)(except for the non-stop fantasizing about mac & cheese and milkshakes...) , Laura Esquivel's "Like Water for Chocolate".
As suggested in the post title, take a moment this Thursday and think.
What is your candle? What is your oxygen?
And this would be?
Love. As I prepare my food, I think of my husband and my children and what a privelege it is to be able to provide something that will nourish their bellies and their souls. I really take the time to awaken my senses to all the ingredients have to offer, and honor each item as it is popped into the mixing bowl.
I used to think that all this was a bunch of hooey, but then I cooked the same dish the same way I've always cooked it, but in an angry frame of mind.
It was unpalatable.
Stranger things, people. Stranger things.
Today's TT comes as a result of my mad eavesdropping skills.
While making dinner and listening in on a conversation of one of my sons and his friends, I heard them referring to a 'kinda weird' movie that they were watching in English class. One they started filling in some details, I realized that they were talking about a visually amazing movie based on a food-related book (the diet's going great, thanks for asking)(except for the non-stop fantasizing about mac & cheese and milkshakes...) , Laura Esquivel's "Like Water for Chocolate".
As suggested in the post title, take a moment this Thursday and think.
What is your candle? What is your oxygen?
“...[E]ach of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.”
Here's to a day of seeking out the catalyst - and the subsequent flame that ignites within you.
Here's to a day of seeking out the catalyst - and the subsequent flame that ignites within you.
9 comments:
The boys think it is weird because the characters "do it" on horseback and they are secretly jealous - why don't Richmond girls behave like that?
As for the flame, aside from the heartburn because I ate too much tehina for breakfast - I know, what was I thinking -
there is something that happens when I see ancient beauty - old buildings, paintings,sculptures, books - they seem to have a glow from within, all the history carried in the walls, the curves, the lines and pages.
Thanks for making me take a moment for thought today. Hugs.
"I used to think that all this was a bunch of hooey, but then I cooked the same dish the same way I've always cooked it, but in an angry frame of mind.
It was unpalatable."
Perhaps this is why my wife's tater tot hotdish always makes me gag . . .
Countess Rachel: Wait a tic - I'm from Richmond...never mind.
As for the rest, you and I are so much alike. Eerie, really.
BTW, workin' hard, or hardly workin'?
Count Cheeky: Oh, dear. What did the TaterTot ever do to your lovely wife? Did she have a bad Idaho encounter?
Baroness, you old hippy you. :)
Never mind love, I just want cheese in it. Or chocolate. But I am highly PMSy today therefore, that might explain it. In a few days I'll be all about the love again.
Now I feel like cooking something. Very thoughtful. Very.
When I read your secret ingredient in cooking is love the first thing I thought of was that you would love the book, Like Water For Chocolate! As I kept reading I saw you are already familiar with that it!
I find cooking less and less desirable as I can't eat milk or wheat products. I've been trying to get creative with potatoes, but I hate peeling. One should not prepare food with hate!
What a cool post. What's my candle? What's my oxygen? I'm going to ponder that all weekend. It's such a neat idea.
Getting books from you, which I will reciprocate soon.
Countess V-Killah: Ya, that be me. L'il Miss Summer of Love...(I think I was 7 or 8, but very experimental)
Cheese? Good.
Chocolate. A close second.
Me lovee the Brie long time.
Countess MPM: So. A) What's for dinner? B) What time should I show up?
Countess iMom: Oh, dear. That is a challenge. But challenges are what keep us movin' along, non?
I'm sure you'll find your perfect recipe soon, and it will rock your (and your family's) world. Keep looking!!!
Countess NATUI: I want to hear this answer of yours. Please let me know what you came up with!
Count Cormac: The only book I want from you is one written by YOU with some awkwardly goopy and semi-insincere inscription! I can wait. :)
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