Sometimes when I dream, a recurring scenario plays out wherein I forget to feed something helpless, be it a baby or an animal and the panic that pervades my night is palpable.
Right now the Art of Cooking is seeping it's way into the most intimate part of life...replacing something stolen. Such a beautiful usurper. Thank you for stepping in where my broken heart sits, holding me gently like a sweet friend, hand cupped under chin and kissing sweetly upon my cheek saying "don't worry, all will be well very, very soon".
There is so much more to the simple act of cooking than meets the eye."JP