Wednesday, 13 February 2013

My Berlin Kitchen Review

I have been trying to figure out what my means of expression is. Some folks write, some sing, others dance and paint. I like so many people have something to be said from the inside that is not a part of my frame of mind that is in use while at work or whilst running errands. It can manifest in funny little ways, like when I can't find something to wear and stand in front of my closet, not knowing how I feel. Dredging up the old "who am I" scenario.  Thankfully, I am closer to being who I want to be more than ever before. There are times however when I feel like a new babe, trying to figure it out, not wanting to be so regimented. This morning for instance, it took me some time to warm up to the fact that I am at work and not someplace lovely like the Cayman Islands where my friends are getting married today.

So, I sit and wait. Hoping that something lovely will happen. That I will be able to play with paints again or draw better. Maybe make Luisa's tomato sauce from scratch.

In the interim, I am reading a wonderful book by my favorite blogger, Luisa Weiss, who pens The Wednesday Chef. Her book is a love story interspersed with recipes and it is just what I need right now. I thought it was a cookbook and I was delighted to find out that it is a memoir. Her writing is real and honest and easy. She believes in her intuition, dreams and feelings. Her story reminds me that I am living the only life I have and it is preferably lived authentically. I suspect I will be finishing the book soon and I am not sure what I'll do when that happens.

I'll most likely hop to the kitchen and make some of the meals listed in her book to ease my woes. 

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