“I’m just someone who likes cooking and for whom sharing food is a form of expression.” Maya Angelou
Everything about my kitchen is personal. From the floor on which I stand, which was hand placed stone to the foods that I prepare. There is something very sensual about cooking. I slice and dice and mix by hand. I want to touch the ingredients that will be shared with loved ones. I want to put some of myself into each of my meals.
When my children were young, I had to buy the pre-sliced and often the pre-boxed things. Once they were grown, I found I had time for the pleasures of cooking from scratch. I learned to enjoy wine. I learned how to slice and dice. I learned how to rub spices on meat. I engaged in the rhythmic massage of creating a bread dough and rolling it out.
Cooking by hand relaxes me. It takes me to an unhurried, peaceful place. My days are so frantic. My kitchen is my spa.