Why I Love Cooking for Friends

On the chopping block

My kitchen is perhaps the most vital element of my soul. Procuring farm-fresh produce and preparing it for others is how I write my love letter to the world. Spending time in the kitchen, for me, is both a meditation and an artistic act. The creation of a meal–the time spent chopping scallions, using a nutcracker to remove walnut meat from its shell, or tending to a pot of fair-trade brown rice and red lentils–nourishes in me a peace that passeth understanding. It’s a quiet hour in which I reflect on the sun and rain and soil; I feel grateful for the farm workers tending the fields and harvesting the earth’s bounty; and I offer-up my gratitude and joy by transforming their labors into a delicious, healthy meal for the people I love. Food creates meaning, place, and culture.

The other night, I had over to my Mitte-Prenzlauer border apartment my friend Francys–he’s a Brazilian expatriate who now resides in Berlin and one of the dearest, most-soulful men I know. The best sort of cooking, for me, is off-the-cuff—-my own version of improvisational jazz which, when done right, is a combination of science and poetry. What’s more, it’s a homemade, DIY gift to friends! Like a birthday bash and Christmas all rolled into one, in August.

Lentils, rice, and lots of veggies

 

Francys
Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Why I Love Cooking for Friends

  1. In cooking I expressed my love to my wife and children. They are the reason why each day of my cooking experience, I cook good and my main ingredient is love.

    Tommy

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s