My Body Wants to Crave Healthy. I Just Need to Give it the Opportunity.
The complete recipe for imagination is absolute boredom.
I’m clingy like clang on pots. My love is cookable.
There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
Celery as celery was bad. Celery fried was the work of Satan.
Those are people who are cooking in the backs of vans, SUVs and vehicles,
Cooking skills aside, my mother is an exceptional nurturer.
I let myself relax into the pattern of the recipe.
If it’s good enough to drink, it’s good enough to cook with!
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