I am at my creative best these days with a knife in my hand. I love to cook! I love the colors and the shapes, the smells and the endless possibilities.
All of my senses are engaged as I chop and dice, sauté and bake. Mixing, and kneading with my hands, feels like playing. It feels like home.
Cooking is an intimate art. I feel it in my heart. It calls on intuition and passion, and I always feel better after eating something I cooked myself.
Cooking is reliable when other creative endeavors are illusive. Lyrics can be moody. Characters in stories sometimes turn their backs. There are days when I struggle to focus, but every day, I find my spark again on the cutting board.
What is your relationship like with cooking?
All of my senses are engaged as I chop and dice, sauté and bake. Mixing, and kneading with my hands, feels like playing. It feels like home.
Cooking is an intimate art. I feel it in my heart. It calls on intuition and passion, and I always feel better after eating something I cooked myself.
Cooking is reliable when other creative endeavors are illusive. Lyrics can be moody. Characters in stories sometimes turn their backs. There are days when I struggle to focus, but every day, I find my spark again on the cutting board.
What is your relationship like with cooking?
Two kinds of vegan pizza!