from a "click and hope" photographer


“In the childhood memories of every good cook,
there's a large kitchen, a warm stove,
a simmering pot and a mom.”
~Barbara Costikyan~


Annie said...

I think something yummy was in the process of becoming.

dot said...

I love to cook!

Sheila said...

That is so true, and nothing tastes like a Mum's cooking..!

Abraham Lincoln said...

Interesting photo. I like it. I like the quote too. My mom cooked on an old coal stove that was either too hot or the fire was out. Lots of memories of those days when the linoleum floor covering in the kitchen rose up and down like ocean waves. Depending on the wind and weather, of course. Those were the days when air conditioning meant you had more holes in the house than expected or somebody left the windows open.

I like your post today.

My post today explains about a duck's sexual habits. Not sure if I should label it with an "X" or not.

Libbys Blog said...

I used to enjoy cooking but find it a real chore nowadays!!

lilymarlene said...

It is a continuity thing isn't it? When I am rolling pastry, the click, click of my ring on the rolling pin takes me right back to childhood. Mum isn't a great cook as she had no mother to teach her and they fended for themselves during the war, coping with rationing, but it was still lovely to share in learning together how to make new recipes.

Tenderness contains an element of sadness. It is not the sadness of feeling sorry for yourself or feeling deprived, but it is a natural situation of fullness. You feel so full and rich, as if you were about to shed tears. Your eyes are full of tears, and the moment you blink, the tears will spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. In order to be a good warrior, one has to feel this sad and tender heart. Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche