Recipes of respite, restoration, and reinvention
A prayer to sharpen your pencils, to soften the scales off your wintered hands, to remind you that with a table, a kitchen, and your imagination you can rest, restore, reunite and reinvent, together.
Imagine how we have passed down recipes from generations long gone, how we infuse cuisine, how the culinary arts are laced with the science behind taste, the physics of textures and temperature, ingredients and their chemistry.
Imagine the kitchens that come alive, the hands that knead and mix with pride, the tables of kin and tribe.
Imagine now, that we had a culture for passing on recipes of respite, restoration, and recovery.
Fo(u)r seasons, for reasons,
and for every occasion under the sun, something there for everyone.
Imagine what a fusion kitchen of our collective recovery would smell like.
Imagine the warm air of the table on which we dine, thanking the hands passing on salt, pepper, and bread. Thanking the hands, straining pickles from brine.
Imagine a full heart and an easy rest into bed.
If you may not enjoy cooking for yourself,
you will enjoy cooking with and for your tribe.
Take your healing into your kitchen,
no apron, a good sharp knife, honest produce,
season and spice.
seal them with kisses
send them with light
Put some music on,
a glass in hand,
maybe even dance.
Mis en place!
Make book shelves and libraries brim with your cookbooks and let others join your counter tops so your recipes can mix and so you can plate dishes in playful dance from the salt, acid, fat, and heat of your lives.
Bon à vivre