My kitchen smells awesome. It’s like a chocolate bomb exploded. Yummy…
About 30 minutes ago, the counters were covered with bowls, wrappers not yet thrown out, various cake ingredients and spilled flour. What a divine sight. The homemade icing was simmering on the stove and the cake was busy baking in the oven. The sink was overflowing with dirty dishes and a batter bowl was eagerly awaiting a vigorous licking.
Is there any better way to spend the hours after the kids go to bed? Not if you ask me…
It’s a Zen thing. You know that thing that makes your soul settle comfortably and your body relax. That thing that makes you feel at home in your own body, in that perfect place between bored and active. Focused yet calm. You know… a Zen thing.
I have always loved to cook. At least in my adult life. I love the mess that is the kitchen in the middle of a recipe. I love the smells of cooking food, the sounds of food being chopped and sizzling in a pan. The feel of hands, wet from food and the sight of a finished meal on plates. Now THAT, my friends, is what I call instant gratification. Excellent.
Everyone has something that they can identify as their Zen thing. At least I hope so, for their sakes. Some people cook, other people garden. Others knit or crochet. Playing on the playstation probably qualifies for some. I know people that see exercise as their Zen moment of the day. Still others have a location; the mountains or near water. Maybe they love to go fishing? Whatever the activity or location, having a Zen thing is essential, in my humble opinion. It’s the ultimate relaxation. It reconnects you to your soul in a life that is far too busy for anyone’s good.
It's been a long week and tonight, my soul needed to bake. And it felt GOOD.
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