Not sure of the complete biology involved but strongly suspect it’s broken down into simply becoming lost in the process. Everything about life is really nothing more than process. Preparing a meal can be joyfully thankfully, one of those peaceful processes, if you’re bent that way. For an equal many, it’s a process through hellish realms of unspeakable torture. There are endless ways to get out of your head, preparing a meal is one.
Eating is the end action of preparing what is ingested; actually shitting is the final cycle. However that may detract from the enjoyable factor in the purpose of writing this. Defecating for fun is a totally different area, a subject reserved for those who become lost in that process.
Preparing a meal really is about love. Putting love into it isn’t just an old saying or pithy meme. Of course there are many other things that must go into a fine dish, bottled love wont totally get it there. However one person’s love input, can be another’s demonic disaster.
A calm balanced mind, preferably free from recipes with constrictive elements. A vision of a finished product, remembering that it will probably never turn out the way your mind conceives it and a willingness to start with a knife and end with a satisfied look.
It really is simply, a matter of getting what you put in. Too much spice, not enough seasoning, undercooked, overcooked, bland, overly complex, or just too simple. Wars have been waged, peace has been diplomatically passed. People have too much of it, so many more don’t have enough. Without it, life cannot exist.
For those of us who love the process, it’s so much more than process and action. It’s creating something from a bunch of separate elements. Bringing them together, combining their strengths and weaknesses. It’s indulging in a slice of life, getting lost in the peaceful zone, trusting that love will add the finishing touch to a memorable meal.
Observing whats real is becoming increasingly difficult. This site is my view, my perception and my commentary on what I believe to be real, from my own unique position.