Two rats on the banks of the Thames

Perfect Pitch Paul came up to the office eagerly expecting a fresh batch of Rachel’s chocolates. He visibly fluttered in anticipation. Rachel’s erudite expression, like that of a great statue of Xerxes, did not waver as she related the news to the bursting chrysalis at the door: the order wasn’t made yet. The wings stopped as Paul alighted on the leaf of reality. But Rachel had a solution--imported chocolate from California. 5 Spices! Paul took a bite and started naming them: ginger, parsley, cinnamon... Could his mouth break down such substances into their simplest elements? What-How? Of which enzymes?! I stood in the kitchen, with the roommate out for supper. Do...cha, cha...I hear...cha,cha...a festival?...Mexican? I fried up the last of the empanadas, just right, in a bed of fresh rice, and washed it down with a sultry vegetable cocktail. Voila! But why should you care what I eat? I tell you why... cooking is a river that has run for a thousand years. Would you not care if I sent you a postcard from the banks of the Thames? The act of cooking connects one to an art as old as mankind has had an appetite-yet still there are new variations to be found! James Beard, an American chef said “Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” And I believe that all timeless and universal activities allow us to draw closer to a timeless creator. And all the people say “God is at the bottom of the frying pan”. Goodnight.