Lockdown Day 80 - 14 June 2020
I see in my mind's eye the table looking better than a hotel buffet, the warm KZN breeze on my skin after having a pre-lunch swim. Now remember, I was a child, so the memories don't include dishes, sweating over the stove and mopping the kitchen floor 🤣. And even if I did help, it couldn't have been that bad otherwise I would've remembered.
In describing myself as a home cook I would say I've been mostly lucky. If I were to be rated or tested as in Masterchef I'm afraid a professional kitchen would probably expel me haha.
I like cooking when I've got all the time in the world, with no one breathing down my neck and without a constant countdown of the time I have left (I really don't know how they do it). Thus, the one thing Lockdown has proved unequivocally is I was not destined to be a professional chef. Also, being a lab rat, I like following a recipe. It's less traumatic when things don't work out, that way you blame the recipe and save yourself.
Our lunch today once again took me back to those childhood lazy Sundays where, after lunch and bellies full, everyone just disappears for a snooze. One of my favourite things is to then go and sit down with a warm cup of tea, enjoying the 'satisfied quiet', reflecting on the past week and planning the week to come, with the familiar rhythm of the dishwasher in the background.
I call the quiet of a Sunday afternoon my "scrap time". It's when I do whatever rejuvenates me or gives me joy. Like taking a loooong nap or having tea in the sun with a good book. I also try to think the minimum and just "be" in the moment of a day designed to use for unwinding and refocusing.
To be spiritually inspired and touch base with God who gave me life. To listen for His voice and instruction and surrend myself totally (again) into His hands, because He's got this.
...surrend myself totally... ♥♥♥
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