food for thought

She's sitting in the kitchen waiting for the panisses to cool so she can fry them in olive oil. Yes, she does like fried food, but frying fresh French panisses in a cozy kitchen in a healthy oil can't be all that bad. Cooking is what she does when she needs to think about things. The only way to really think is to get your hands in a big bowl of flour. Kneading away the needs of the day, she's able to reflect and get her hands dirty at the same time. It's a little like when I used to play in the sandbox when I was little, she thinks to herself. So many developments recently, but nothing showing big on the radar. All that's new is forming in her mind like a newborn baby. Not a bad metaphor in light of recent events. Happiness is in the eye of the one who can see it, feel it, and touch the moment for oneself. Back to basics. It always comes down to that, in a way. Boil it down until what's left is only the "good stuff."