These couple of days have been a blur.
I remember waking up, taking my medication and going to sleep. Mostly going to sleep though. And refusing to wake up. Except to eat, which anybody that knows me will tell you I never sacrifice for anything. The thing a lot of people don't seem to understand is that food is an art. And tasting, relishing, loving and appreciating good food is also an art.
When a person cooks, it's not just a random choice of ingredients and spices and sauces that go into the dish. Every dash of sauce or every pinch of spice has it's own purpose in adding to the flavour and the texture of the dish. Every decision that is made in preparation of the dish was made by your mother, your grandmother, her grandmother and so on. With every generation the dish changes a little, becomes a little more, sometimes a little less. Sometimes it is reincarnated in different forms, so that your mom's ( or dad's ) chicken curry you love so much is more than just dinner, it becomes part of you family identity. Only your mom makes it this way. No one else ever will. Even you, after you learn the recipe, will add your own little touches to it, and it will take on a new reincarnation. Your children will taste it, perhaps they will like it ( or maybe they won't. Maybe they will love culinary prostitutes like McDonalds. ) But then again, thats something you have to live with I guess. At the very least, you will always remember the taste of your mom's chicken curry, and the good old days.
Now I'm going to sleep.