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
Cool beans…
It is……
She understands!
She does!
” 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…
Yes. Swept away into a sanctuary.
it’s these moments…
Just these moments.
That egg looks so nice
It does….
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….
ooooh. I get it.
Lori,, I agree! One of the grocery I frequent bake choc. chip cookies, the smell is heavenly 🙂