Sunday, April 11, 2010

Random Thoughts in the Kitchen on a Sunday Evening...

The tomato is red.  The mango is the color of a ripe golden sunset.  I'm in a mood for what I am unsure at the moment but I want to dance in my kitchen tonight. I have decided I will let the ingredients take the lead tonight, so my hands and footsteps will effortlessly follow my garden guests freshened gestures.
 Playfully I am intent on quenching my big appetite for the delicious taste of acidity and sweetness that lustfully will find a way to mingle lovingly on my tongue.  This sensation within me is like how when you turn a water faucet on and the water magically appears to your demands.  This happens because of the foundation of engineering which assures that the path of pipelines is obedient to the waters pace.  In the same way my assured hands know the same old two track that leads to knowledges soaked deep within each cell.  There is a memorized and practiced skill in my ability to function with a knife in my grasp.  It just happens naturally now and in my stride I realize that tonight I am not actually the master of my ingredients.   It is the flavors in front of me on the countertop that are commanding me into a dazed servitude.  They know their purposeful form and how they will entertain with a deserving ovation in the final plate presentation and taste.  I am home, among friends- the very essence of time and thoughtful patterns of life that soaked in the suns energy with the sole purpose of providing the needed sustenance for me and my family.

We danced, we sang, we enjoyed our time together in embraces that created spicy aromas and tingling impressions on our five seasoned senses.  Time in my kitchen is time for me and I am home within it's boundaries.

Dinner tonight was absolutely delish by the way- and everyone at the table agreed that I better write that one down!