Things were better at home when a chicken roasted in the oven or eggs cooked in a hot buttered pan… Cooking was a meditation, I thought. It anchored me in my body—here was my hand, holding a knife, slicing through celery. Here I was, standing on the black and white kitchen tile of my first apartment in Brooklyn, listening to records, making dinner. Here I was, I thought, living.
~ Sarah McColl, “Joy Enough: A Memoir.” (January, 2019)
Notes: Image: Better Homes & Gardens – Perfect Fried Eggs. Prior Sarah McColl posts
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Cool beans…
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It is……
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She understands!
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She does!
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” It anchored me in my body” her actions did, anchor her…If she happened to garden and grew the food she nurtured she would be tethered even deeper…Sarah is a miracle, evolving just like the power of a seed planted that sprouts, producing substance,,, Sarah gives to those who read the wise words she shares a gift of thoughts to contemplate…
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Yes. Swept away into a sanctuary.
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it’s these moments…
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Just these moments.
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That egg looks so nice
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It does….
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My happy place is the smell of garlic browning in butter or chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. Those smells are soothing in a way that’s inexplicable….
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ooooh. I get it.
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Lori,, I agree! One of the grocery I frequent bake choc. chip cookies, the smell is heavenly 🙂
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