Monday, April 14, 2008

On the way back

It boggles me now, how I can derive so much satisfaction from doing the simple things of everyday life.

For a while, I felt lost and confused. Unsure of myself and my place in the world. Nay, I still am confounded and disorientated but I have learnt to accept it and with it, gained the ability to enjoy myself.

On a lone Saturday evening, I would have previously be-dazzled myself, dragged myself to some hip bar, order copious amounts of expertly mixed alcohol and dine on precious morsels of canapés.

Now, I am just has happy to chop and dice vegetables for an hour, shove my hand into a chicken and stuff it full of finely mixed flavouring then stand and watch the oven as the roast slowly progressed whilst sipping on a glass of water.

Did I also mention the organic vegetables, the free-range chicken, the Spanish pancetta and black truffle stuffing, the blood-orange Pellegrino or the cashmere scarf I used as oven mits?

How times have changed.