Reclaiming My Zen
I need to cook. Cooking helps me be less of a Ms. Crankypants. Maybe it's the wielding of sharp objects that makes me feel more in control.
I spent a good hour in the kitchen today, cleaning the stovetop, clearing the fridge, washing the dishes, and then chopping vegetables into teeny tiny uniform pieces. No phone, no television, no computer--just me and my deadly sharp Shun. Paper thin slices for the tomatoes and potatoes, shoestring juliennes for the carrots and zucchini. Somehow I ran out of onions, so maybe I'll pick a few up on a jog later. Dinner promises to be delicious.
I spent a good hour in the kitchen today, cleaning the stovetop, clearing the fridge, washing the dishes, and then chopping vegetables into teeny tiny uniform pieces. No phone, no television, no computer--just me and my deadly sharp Shun. Paper thin slices for the tomatoes and potatoes, shoestring juliennes for the carrots and zucchini. Somehow I ran out of onions, so maybe I'll pick a few up on a jog later. Dinner promises to be delicious.
posted by Pei at
5:59 PM
1 Comments:
I know exactly what you mean... I can be alone in my kitchen, prepping, cleaning, cooking, etc. for hours and be in such a zone where everything is clean and pure with no distractions. I like to cook from instinct and I like to cook from the most complicated recipe - it doesn't matter. Sometimes I just crave it...and it makes me feel good!
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off2cdwzrd, At
3/29/2007 11:16:00 PM
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