Isn't that the truth. When I'm cooking something delicious I know I am an artist. The creation wafts aromas into the air bringing appreciation to my work. One person, then two, then more meander to the source, noses sniffing, smiles of appetite stimulation on their faces.
Eventually the colorful, hungered-for foods arrive at the table before my seated participants.
We are transported to another world, one where the main objective is to move delicious meats, vegetables, fruits, breads, and more into our mouths for gratification. We eat. Quietly at first but together. Glances are exchanged. Throat sounds of delight and curiosity. Soon all out conversation and merriment ensue. It's fabulous!
The crudeness of reality is forgotten in the bliss of a carefully executed culinary experience, of art.
It's easy to do, to transport ourselves away from cares and ugliness. And it's quite affordable. One need only heart, passion.
Results of existing in divine sustenance, however momentary, are relaxation, nourishment, connection, stress-relief, and inspiration. Certainly worth the effort especially if the blessings infuse those we love.
Artful eating. Beautiful life.
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