I love learning the basics of cooking such as how to cook soft, buttery eggs or toasting rice with aromatics before submerging in liquid. When we learn foundational methods we develop a language or an instinct or an understanding of what is happening chemically to protein or starch or fat. We become sensitive to texture, timing, taste. We get to intuit the process and manipulate how we want something to develop and that’s magical. I love simple cooking and I love being able to detect all the ingredients in what I’m eating and how it emerges due to heat or fat or spices. Cooking is such a marvelous feat and an overlooked way to meditatively spend your time. I’m making this today, to which I’ll pair with my favorite Sancerre.

White Blossoms

by Robert Merzy

Take me as I drive alone
through the dark countryside.
As the strong means clear a path,
picking out fences, weeds, late
flowering trees, everything
that streams back into the past
without sound, I smell the grass
and the rich chemical sleep
of the fields. An open moon
sails above, and a stalk
of red lights blinks, miles away.

It is at such moments I
am called, in a voice so pure
I have to close my eyes, and enter
the breathing darkness just beyond
my headlights. I have come back,
I think, to something I had
almost forgotten, a mouth
that waits patiently, sighs, speaks,
and falls silent. No one else
is alive. The blossoms are
white, and I am almost there.


There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. … No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others
― Martha Graham