If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time. -- Dorothy Gilman
Which way do you feel?
I sometimes feel like someone rescued from the frying pan just to be thrown into the fire... And other times, I stop to ponder exactly how blessed I feel to know the things I know, to have the things I have.
For some reason, maybe it's Seasonal Affective Disorder (in the past, I have felt down during the winter months), I find myself in a different frame of mind as of late. I feel tired. Numb. Wrung out.
Does anyone else feel this way? Maybe that's why we're all getting so irritable. Common courtesy is becoming something of an endangered species. Conversations turn into arguments because no one is patient enough to really listen. Road rage is causing more and more accidents. People are getting killed for reasons as mundane as someone wanting their shoes, or, even crazier, a simple loss of temper. Does anyone follow Bible counsel anymore to practice self-control? But I digress...
I know that to some people it sounds strange to say that I find a bit of respite in cooking. Others talk about how they feel when they read, exercise or travel. I love doing all those things. Yet when I experiment with flavors and find that what I have created tastes, not just good, but even savory, it's actually a small ego boost! And I don't have do go anywhere to do it!
One thing about food: you make it one meal at a time. It doesn't last. That means every time you cook, it's a re-creation of sustenance... and of self. Forgive me if a get a little philosophical. I'm just putting into words how it feels to create a piece of perishable art!
Perishable art. Sometimes I wish there were a way to save the thing about a singular meal that makes it so exciting, so delicious! That's another thing about food: it never gets old. It never gets boring. Not if you let it, that is.