Today I filmed a video, with the help of my brother (whom you’ll all be meeting soon) for how to make the carrot muffins/cupcakes (finally!) and it can be watched below. I’ve also embedded it in the carrot muffins post, following the recipe.
I really wanted to make something, with what I already had on hand and also that didn’t call for that much. I wanted to make something just for the sake of making it, as a kind of escape into an inner zen that is experienced while one goes with the flow of things, being “in the zone”, and having time to oneself.
Last night, as I was doing my usual round of visiting food blogs and seeing if there was anything new since I last checked. I often do read food blogs, sometimes I even come across a new one or two, at night before going to bed (it’s become a habit) but in this particular instance, I realized I wasn’t just checking food blogs: I was looking for comfort in food. As I checked the blogs and looked at beautiful photographs of delicious food, I felt myself wanting to make something, to use my hands. It was too late to make anything, so I waited until today.
When I am in the kitchen and preparing food, if I’m not instructing someone on how to prepare something, such as if my siblings or a sibling is helping me, or if I’m in conversation with others, or when I’m not rushing around, I find a general inner peace as I work with the food; that inner zen. For me, making food has always been an act of love. It’s probably one of the most open ways of showing your affection. I like doing it, I enjoy the process, and I like seeing people take pleasure out of eating their food. But I never considered making food as therapeutic.
Today, I realized and understood that kitchen therapy means finding calm and comfort in the preparation of food.