Monday, 26 July 2010

Unmasterful Me…

I got home from work and I opened the fridge and stared at the contents. A smart woman would have left something easy out ready to cook when she got home. I’m not smart on a Monday. I leaned against the fridge, had a couple of glasses of vegetable juice, and thought about the ending of Australian Masterchef last night. I’m a sporadic TV watcher. I never see any show in full. It’s the dreaded attention span of a gnat thing. But I wondered what it would be like to be so dedicated to cooking that you became obsessive about making flavors and textures perfect to the point of exquisite. How would it feel to be so caught up in making the perfect meal that was wondrous to taste and amazing to look at? How inspiring would it be to create a meal that people ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ over? Yep – gotta be something special in all that. And then I reached over and grabbed the vegemite jar and decided on toast for dinner. Well, we all can’t be wondrous…

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