Food for Thought
Food-wise, let us find out
what is a recipe for disaster
for me. Think of food, focus, fun,
time, tact, skills and ingredients.
Jan has been a month-long
festivity where we touched on
foods, foodies, all: our favorites.
I don’t think cool cooking or catering
is my area of specialty, burnt offerings
can testify to that past of laxity and ashes.
On that score, my writing appetite or mania
is blamable, perhaps think of the idiom:
too many cooks spoil the soup. How can
writing be guilty? Food for thought.
All cooking is an art just like writing,
painting, drawing, dancing or singing.
For me, the issue is about an attempt
at multitasking: cooking and writing
at the same time. Confession: I have had
more disasters than delectable diners
by virtue of blending the two activities.
More often than not, paper and pen
lure, take over , and transport my mind
away from the mechanics of the kitchen
that seek to spice up my taste buds,
and I disremember all, save for the words.
How desirous, devious and delicious, writing is!
Anyway, let me put a lid on this piece,
for when I put food on the stove, I was
inevitably putting my culinary capacities
to the test, a foodie said it is fair for me
to cook my food. It is healthy. In her words:
Food can be fun but following one’s heart
to the junk-filled fat fridge too frequently
can be a sure way of welcoming obesity.