OCTAVIA.
I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Pot roast with plenty of delicious vegetables. It was one of my special recipes. We also made some Hasselback potatoes, maple-bacon Brussels Sprouts, and homemade bread.
Lunch had just finished, so the kitchen workers were split into two different groups. Some were cleaning up the mess and putting leftovers away. The others were cooking dinner with me.
‘Cooking is like painting or writing a song. Just as there are only so many notes or colors, there are only so many flavors – it’s how you combine them that sets you apart.’ – Wolfgang Puck.
I'd always thought the Austrian chef, Wolfgang Puck, had a beautiful way of explaining the art of cooking.
The kitchen was where I could lose myself in the task at hand. It was where I exerted the c
