I Am Fine

 I am a firm believer of the adage cooking is a form of affection, love even. I am not a seasoned chef nor a great kitchen authority. My 10 fingers exceed the number of recipes I can comfortably create. 

I have not been in front of the stove for several weeks as my hunger and cravings rely on to-go orders, from my cousins' LA Filipino restaurant and saved food from potluck and family occasions plus I usually work five days a week.

Today as the day kind of started slow, I finished my workout and laundry early, I checked the pantry to see what I can cook. There's Spam, canned chicken breast, mushroom, alfredo sauce and spaghetti. And so I took out a large pan and turned on the stove. 

While preparing the ingredients, I have Gracie Abram's songs playing, my breathing was regular, I was humming. I never set myself in front of pots and pans, and boil, sauté or fry anything when I am sad or half- broken.Then it dawned on me, I was cooking again because I am fine already, not just merely okay. I am in a calm, grateful and peaceful state, my very own concocted pasta sprinkled with chili flakes, cheese and parsley leaves made my tummy happy.:)

Cooking. Therapy. Peace.