The Solitary Cook
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

I can’t say I actually love washing dishes by hand, but neither to I dread so. I do find it meditative in the same way I find cooking devotional. Cooking engenders eating engenders washing up after oneself.

Besides, kitchen sinks are often fortunately positioned beneath a window. While washing up, I’ve also been privy to observing dogs without their knowledge, so I get to see them actually play spontaneously rather than revolve around me. Birds, and lots of them, go about being birds without keeping either an eye or a lookout for me. Rain falls, snow accumulates, and my minds wanders with no fixed target. I can listen to the radio, a podcast, or the rattling of my own mind as the dishwasher is mercifully silent.

Thank you for a nice writing prompt, White Feather.

The Solitary Cook

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A chef writing about cooking & eating in the Northern Rockies. Food for hundreds? No problem. For one? A different story. My story.