Cooking,

In a world where takeaway, ready meals, pizzas

Are everywhere, even when invited to a dinner party

I still cook

I look forward to cooking,

Organising the recipe in my head

Or rather reorganising it,

Making it mine,

Buying the ingredients,

Preparing the pots and pans,

Peeling and slicing the first onions,

Heading the cabbage,

Caressing the tomatoes with a kitchen towel,

Looking the mushroom over to make sure they are just right.

Choosing the right stock,

Home-made, pot or cube

Then settling down to a relaxing time

A coffee by my side

And slowly and surely the smells

Are starting to be emerge,

Melting and mixing,

Different every time,

Wooden spoon or soup spoon,

Which pasta,

Has the rice soaked enough?

Then slowly just letting it all get to know each other,

Ingredients happily mixing,

Turning the heat down, then anticipate.

Add some cheese and switch off,

Savour the aromas floating around you!

Not long now.

And then sit and enjoy