kitchen confessions.

mix flour with butter. you get crumbs. beat egg whites into soufflés. it rises. knead flour, sugar and yeast. it gets a life of its own. fine sugar meets brawny cinnamon. heavenly.

for me, there is more to cooking than ingredients. i cook with the elements. the greasy softness of butter. the glistening egg whites that slide through my fingers. the crumbling meringue.

i met the elements half way through my life. at 30. out of nowhere. that made the approach interesting and the variations spontaneous, I believe.

i speak to my sea salt. i treasure wooden spoons.
i tweak. i twist. and bend the scales.

i confess.


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