Last night my friend said something in casual conversation that made my whole day, if not my whole life. In her psychology for athletes class they were doing relaxation techniques, and they asked her to visualize something calming, someplace happy. And immediately she visualized my kitchen table, clutter, mess and all, with food (duh) and happy people around. That is so exactly why I cook and futz with my house and do all the goofy domestic foodslut things that I do: to make a place that people feel happy, contented, safe and loved. My kitchen is someone's happy place: I think I'm gonna cry just writing it down.
Posted by foodnerd at December 18, 2004 04:32 PMThat is such a sweet story. Your friends are lucky to have you and your food around, obviously.
cheers,
Pim
Dang, that was a great compliment. Kinda makes all that hard work and effort worth yer time, huh? Neat.
Biggles
Posted by: Dr. Biggles at December 21, 2004 03:05 PM