Simple Pleasure
There are times when I simply could not deal with life. Lately, these moments have been accumulating. In my chest, in my thoughts, generally, in my entire being. Most of the time, I look for some sort of haven. A place to run and a place to hide. To think (or even NOT to think) about things. A place called haven.
One of my most favorite places in the world is indeed, the kitchen! I just love it there, staring at fresh fruits thinking, "cream cake or pudding?" or looking at the raw mince beef thinking, "Spagetti, or meat balls? How about bakso and lovely rice noodles?"
I think it’s everything about my warm little kitchen that makes me want to come back for more. The colour, the treasures in there, and the aroma that one creates after the experiment.
One thing IS for sure. I would call it, my haven. Ehem.
