Thursday, July 8, 2010


We've danced in the kitchen before.

Our cooking is a dance. We have a pretty big kitchen, but the main triangle workspace is slightly smaller. We end up moving around each other and working beside one another, close enough to bump hips.

So, you start moving to the music, working your knife, your spoon, your dough, in time to the rhythm. Each stir, each cut or knead matching the beat. Humming or singing along, smiling at the fact that you work so well together.

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