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Tiny journeys in my kitchen: a new series
|January 5, 2011||Posted by ameliaps under inspiration, journeys, lunch, poem, poetry, simple|
[Pictured above: a simple lunch of sardines and spinach on toast, some of my cookbooks (many of which are stories), flowers (they are just fabric flowers, but they remind me of spring…) on my desk in the morning light, through the curtains.]
Tiny journeys in my kitchen
I have been cooking up the idea of a new series of posts for my blog, for a while now. It has been sitting on my project shelf and I have finally decided to give it a try. I called it “Tiny journeys in my kitchen”. It is meant to be simple, not overly thought-through, unplanned, just life, as it is: now, here, in the present moment. It is about food…but not only. It is often about the thoughts that come along when preparing, eating, and sharing food.
I know you are all familiar with the “style” of my blog, rich with photographs and special recipes. But my life is often made of smaller moments in the kitchen. There are special relationships with some unassuming foods, like simple toast with butter, a tomato just picked from the raised bed and sprinkled with sea salt, freshly brewed cups of tea in the morning while I read a book of poetry before my day starts, the light coming through my window and shining on the baby basil plant next to the sink, and many simple, really simple, meals, each one with a thought or two to go with.
I used to write poetry growing up and somehow when my everyday language switched from Italian, my mother-tongue, to English, the day I moved to the US, I lost that very soothing, rewarding, and meditative habit of writing down my thoughts. And then there was photography…it took my words and made them visual: there was no risk of losing them in translation. I got the photo-bug about five years ago when I received a camera for my birthday and it has been a growing journey ever since. I even had a small art show two years ago at a tiny local gallery (I called my solo show “details”, as it explored the infinitesimal details that surround our every day life and connect us to the infinite. There were pictures of an old book open to a certain poem, a red onion cut in half with its endless layers, window shades and shadows, a rain puddle on the street, strands of grass, and other usually un-noticed, tiny little things). BTW, I will probably be using my simple vignette camera app to take photos for these posts, because it’s not about quality of the camera, but about what I “see” in what I picture.
I have finally come full circle and realized that I can combine all three passions of mine: writing, photography and food, in one place. I find myself drawn to writer and photographer blogs (these people inspire me, among many others) more often that to plain recipe blogs, because life is more than just a list of ingredients. I hope you will accept my invite to come closer to me, in my kitchen and in my life, by reading through this new casual series of mine. Be patient, if you will, as I open up and share a bit more of me with you. Maybe one post per week…or less, depending on my schedule, and of course, inspiration.
I am curious to see where these tiny little journeys will lead me. No expectations, just a wonderful feeling of being here, now. And here it is: my first post of the series…
A simple lunch – January 5, 2011
I work from home. That means that I have a chance to make my own lunch. Not always. And it’s often not a big lunch. More like a glorified snack. Today I toasted some bread, then cut it in half. I topped one half with barely-heated left-over spinach (I had wilted it last night with garlic and olive-oil), and the other half I spread with some fresh butter and topped with smoked sardines. The spinach side was moist and juicy and satisfied my craving for greens. The sardine side was pleasantly salty and satisfied my craving for fish. Oh, did I mention it is my “name day” today: St. Amelia (in Italy it would be a big deal, almost bigger than a birthday)? … so it’s a good day to start a new project. As I ate my simple lunch, on the metal stool, in my kitchen, with a book to keep me company, and a tall glass of cold water to wash down the thirst from the salty sardines, I jotted down these words:
Today my lunch journeyed me
To mother earth, to the ocean, then to the sky.
The spinach was chlorophyll green,
Full of juice, almost alive.
The sardines were salty:
They smelled like the sea.
I opened the window and in came the sky.
A simple but satisfying lunch.
So long my friends, until next time.