In My Kitchen

In the kitchen, I am whole

I lean on the marble surfaces for support

I welcome the calming silence

Without tension, my being resides below my neck

The heat is always willing and the cold inaudibly awaits

These are the only kinds of extremes I can handle

With every movement there is knowledge and intuition

If you do things right it can feel like a dance

Mistakes are allowed though, because the kitchen loves to give lessons

Help comes in many forms

None bring structure to my life like my kitchen

I am a baker not a cook, there is a difference and I learned the hard way

When I bake, I am whole

Flour is the framework

Eggs provide richness of flavor

1 stick of butter at room temperature, because softness could save your life.

Sweetness for harmony and salt for meaning

Beat, blend, cut, cream, and fold, the latter with intention, always.

I use my eyes to measure everything

I use my heart as soon as I begin

In my kitchen, I am whole

In my kitchen, I am home.