The kitchen is my happy place. I realize of course that a
happy place is a metaphor for a state of mind, however, achieving that state of
mind – at least for me – has a great deal to do with existing in flow. Flow is
that time that passes unmarked when you’re completely engaged in something, and
your problems, at least temporarily, are put aside. For me this means engaging
my mind and my hands.
It was a productive weekend in the kitchen. I finally
managed to make the Marrakesh Stew that I’ve wanted to make for more than a
week. I also made a cake, four regular meals, two batches of scones, egg salad
for today’s lunch, and started breakfast for this morning.
Did you know that an eggplant can look perfectly fine from
the exterior and be discolored and rotting on the inside? I didn’t until I cut
into two such specimens last night. At some point I’m going to learn not to buy
produce at the big box store, even if it looks perfectly fine. For now,
however, I’m out $5.00.
I have four days until our next payday, and I’m a bit
ashamed to say, absolutely no plan for what we’re going to eat between now and
then. I do know that I haven’t had pasta in more than a week, which is a long
time for me. So, there’s a start…
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