Monday, June 22, 2009
Beauty of Solitude
I recently showed a friend of mine the book I am currently reading (cue appearance of neat widget from shelfari at left), titled "Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant." His response was "this makes me sad and depressed, just reading the title." But he didn't get it. Cooking for yourself, just like cooking for others, is an expression of caring and thoughtfulness. It allows for self-reflection and meditation time. It lets the hands work away, while the mind, although reading numbers divided by a small diagonal line, can ease into matters it doesn't like to tackle head-on, but rather, come at them sideways, like a crab. At least that's how my mind likes to work. Especially on big or transformative issues. What do you think?