scenes from the kitchen

Picture a knife transforming a block of dark chocolate into rugged shards of splintered obsidian,

ribbons of silky, seething milk colliding with espresso to express itself as a latte,

the slow flow of honey, unconcerned with time, draping golden threads over steaming biscuits, freshly split and stuccoed with beads of melting butter,

Picture a busy stockpot bubbling bones and roughly chopped vegetables, that moment they concede to the heat, relaxing their cell walls to spill their unique aromas into a broth, producing flavors immeasurable.

These are scenes from the kitchen, a room that means something different to everyone.

In kitchens, cultures are defined by countless combinations of hands and ingredients.

In kitchens, partners dance to rhythms of boiling water with the applause of garlic & onions crackling in hot oil in the background.

In kitchens, children learn to tell if a strand of angel hair pasta is ready by tossing it against a wall,

and generations are woven together from myriads of single moments of indulging in sensory satisfaction.

Nourishment.