with a silver spoon
me swirling around in our tiny kitchen with a spoon in one hand and a sharp knife in the other… would be the view or reason why i would fall head over feet for myself :) little steam clouds pouring out of the pot with boiling water, salt with magically blue petals of cornflower, crumby table top after cutting freshly baked bread, blending fresh blueberries into maple syrup gravy for pink and crisp salmon steaks, sound of egg shell cracking before it’s mixed into muffins dough… that’s the poetry of my everyday life… that’s the magic i believe in. to know that i’m capable create perfection in the pot makes me fly a bit… everytime :)