Too Many Cooks
Now when I cook I wear
an apron
like a loincloth
To cook is to uncover
one’s hungers, to learn where my
cravings can’t catch your desires
Don my shield
tied at the back
wipe my hands of it all
Slice & saute
measure, stir & bake
roast & rest. Remove
my armor.
Sit. Taste.
Sip up.
I was just talking with a friend the other day about the challenge for women (some of us) of letting other folks’ into our kitchens.
Clearly, it is more than just the pots and pans and the sink, it is the meal. As you said, “To cook is to uncover/one’s hungers,” which is another way of explaining how we bare our souls (and our behinds…all those backless aprons) when we deign to prepare a meal.
Megan,
I will never think of cooking the same again. Thank you 🙂