Bright day

Have been cooking a fair amount here lately, and in doing so have discovered the luxury of such actions; preferring it to and over dining out. I have felt more sufficient as the inbred male desire to supply has been on some levels met. The freedom from the restrictions of a restaurant menu is exilerating once you forsake the false fears that you just cannot recreate the pictures in the cookbook. The love of the community atmosphere is successfully reborn, accomplishing that which franchises have failed at and small local shops have mirrored while not quite embodying . Friends arrive to different smells and carry on conversations that they could not as easily carry on merely a foot away from the table of a perfect stranger. The looks in their eyes make the hour or so worth it. The show up with their add- ons to the preparation, completing in one felling swoop this seasons partial meaning, not just to give but giving to add to each other. The wine, beer, coke, water, tea,or coffee are indulged, the appetizers munched, the conversation hums like bees around a honey comb; dinner is served. Funny thing is it doesn’t matter what is served you’ve created Campbel’s tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches or grilled tilapia with a delicious white wine, either way it was produced by your hands, you have accomplished one of the few things that man has been doing since his very beginning. There is a since of completion in that. In your own home. For your own friends. And all you did was cook. You might not be an Master Chef but your friends won’t care as soon as you fill there bellies, with more than just a meal and a ticket……they’ll probably be really happy with it if you skip that whole check thing.