Yesterday, I had a strange moment. I felt like I’d gone to sleep and woken up impersonating the American cooking legend Martha Stewart. Well, I’d been headed there the day before but just hadn’t woken up to what I was about to become.
It’s been a wintry, blustery, gloomy week. As I walked past the fruit bowl, my eyes fell on two pink lady apples which, under an unkind gaze, might be considered as having seen better days. Without really thinking about it, I cut them up, and leaving the skins on stewed them. The next morning, I opened the lid of the pan and saw the most beautiful pink hued pieces of fruit. They were nutritious, sweet and did not waste precious food that somebody else had gone to the trouble of growing.
Then, I noticed that I was feeling more than a little sheepish. Why, I asked, myself am I turning into some sort of down-market Martha Stewart?” In my old life, I rarely cooked, I ordered a food service – Lite N Easy, Hello Fresh, Youfoodz. I’d tried them all. I regarded cooking as a waste of time along with cleaning. If I wasn’t at work, I wanted to be exercising or out with friends. For a long, long time I thought my executive job was fun. I’d outsourced anything that got in the way of that, including the pleasure of making and eating good food. Those apples reminded me that it was time for me to be own mash up. The sum total of all I’d even ever been and all I will ever be. As long it nourishes me, is fun and just plain beautiful.
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