I like to compare the kitchen of the house with the heart of the body. The kitchen is the room where life comes from. Where food for the body as well as food for the soul are prepared and shared.
Readers of my blog know that I am an extensive traveller, and I feel especially blessed during my world wide travels when I am invited into the kitchen of the house.
During my few days in Roma after Easter I was especially lucky, being invited into the kitchen of two dear Italian friends. First into Annamaria's heart.....I mean kitchen.....when she prepared lunch for us.
Next into Sheri's huge, cosy basement kitchen where she prepared an Indian dinner for me and her family.
Sharing your kitchen and your food preparations is sharing friendship.
I am not very good at it. I want to prepare my meal in advance, before the guests arrive. And when they come I want to show them a clean and tidy kitchen.
I have been wondering if not this is also the truth about my life. I want to invite my friends in when I can present order, tidyness, my clean life.
I would like this to change.
I would like to invite friends into my kitchen to prepare the food together with me. To help me cut the vegetables, fry the fish, do the dishes.........
I would like to invite friends into my life to share.......to share what is good and to share what is difficult........
I am not good at this, but I can practice.......and I can start in my kitchen.
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Thank you Annamaria and Sheri for inviting me into your kitchens and into your lives.
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If you invite me into your kitchen I'll leave what I have between my hands and travel half the world to be at your doorstep........
