Most days I actively avoid the kitchen. I do have to make a concerted effort to go in there. I am trying to get better about food, but it’s an effort.
Some days though, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. I pootle in full pootle mode. Bread gets made, cookies get baked, scones are hot off the tray and the jars are filled with goodies. And I pootle on and on, quite content in my role as maker and baker.
There is something very therapeutic about pounding a pile of dough into something malleable and bakable, and a new trick of mine when I’m feeling funky is to now purposely GO in the kitchen, rather than run away and hide under the duvet, and bake bread.
I have learned that, a little bit like knitting, my brain goes into zone-out mode, I begin to enter a state of meditation and part of me quietens down, relaxes, feels purposeful and useful and an a couple hours later we not only have bread, but a stress-free mama.
I’m not a foodie, but I may actually get to be one in time by concerted effort and zen-like meditation…