Forms

Some people cook. Other people meditate.
She would like to do the second one, but she was drawn to the first. She was jealous of the white rooms of the meditators, where the minds were magically ordered by silent minutes. She, on the other hand, had to wrestle with pressure pots and vegetable left-overs, fish stock and lobster killing. One time she had to take a carper and smash it on the wooden board to make it die quickly. She ended up with too much food and a dirty kitchen to clean. In the end she turned out not to be hungry anymore, she only felt sorry for the fish.

Her strategy needed to change, she wanted to escape the noise and the metal banging, the smells and the people queuing up for food. From now one there would only be slow stews and pickles fermenting at least 3 days; onions that needed to be very finely cut. The vegetables would be boiled 10 breathings long, and only 2 racks of the fridge would be filled. She would take out big plates and order the meals so that there was more empty space than food.

That evening she sat down and had her meal. It is useful to try out different forms.