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Slow Cooking Slow Living
When Cooking becomes A Therapy
The things between me
and time
like the rain that strikes at the light
like the rain that strikes at the darkness.
- David Rokeah
As I wait for the words to rain down on the page and form the poem that will help me walk away from the memory I keep reliving, I continue to move through the different memories in my mind. Now that life will slow down for a few months, I’m trying to embrace this quieter pace. I want to be more present in the moment and create lasting memories with my family. I know this phase, too, will pass. For now, it’s my family who needs me. Poetry and art will help keep me grounded, as I need to nurture my inner life as well.
Recently, I tried making potato chips at home.
Slow cooking has a calming effect on me and connects me to childhood memories of doing the same with my dadi. This also brings to mind the Holi Festival, when we would make chips around the same time. We’d take the utensils loaded with boiled potato slices, let them sundry on the terrace, and later fry them, pairing…
