I move like poetry when I’m cooking. It's not so much in what I do or create-- I'm quite mediocre--but a feeling when I do it. I know where every spice and seasoning is in my cabinet, and move justly dropping in the perfect amounts. I feel exhilarated knowing the food is down to its last few minutes.
I plate each item. This is it, this is the moment: the taste-test. I take a bite and fall in love. Whether it's my creation or someone else's it tastes like art. Perhaps I just love food too much.