The Masterpiece

After slaying my week's worth of dragons, I find solitude in the most unlikely place, my kitchen.

I am so involved and lost when I am cooking and by the time, the dis is done, I feel like I am part of the dish.

I feel like my soul literally connects to it.  I do not talk and no one is allowed to be in the kitchen when I cook.  It is a meditative process.  So much in flow of the procedure.  I forget the world and become one with it.

My creations are only limited by my imagination and the ingredients I have on hand.

There is something therapeutic of creating a culinary masterpiece even if the end result isn't that magnificent. It is the journey and not the destination...