A lot of my joy that I find in the kitchen is through blasting music, singing loudly, dancing and creating edible art. Recently I've been blasting Florence + the machine, Radiohead and Queens of the Stone Age. Though many make the list. It's liberating to have such a private moment in an area I always considered family space. This is my office, at the moment, and where I feel most in my own element. Being away from home and being in another country makes it more difficult to eat the food I'm used to. So cooking became not just a necessity, but a way to time travel... or just travel. Yay, food therapy. And maybe, someday, my office won't also have the laundry room in it. That will be nice.
Baking is the best, for some reason it makes me feel closer to the women in my family... the ones around and the many who have moved on. Note to self: purchase french cookie iron. Ideally I would like to buy a lamb cake mold as well. There was a tradition in my family, sort of an inside joke, that you would get a lamb cake for your birthday. I need to find out what the joke was exactly... I wrote a short story about it 5 or 6 years ago. It was sort of terrible, but I should probably revisit that at some point.
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