Focusing

During our evening phone chat one of my sister's alarms went off at least every 10 minutes.
‘Excuse me a minute, would you? My cookies are ready and I have to take them out of the oven, otherwise they’ll burn’.
‘Sure, go ahead’.
…
‘Sorry, I'm here. What were you saying?”
“That’s ok. Are they tasty, the cookies?”
“I’ll try one for you”.
5 minutes later another ringing.
“The pumpkins must be ready now. You know, baked pumpkin”.
“For a soup?”
“No, for pumpkin spread. So you were saying, we have to live in the moment”.
“You’re really doing it, no?”
"You mean, living in the moment?"
"No, I mean the cooking. You really take care of yourself. Wonderful"
"It's not a big deal, it's just a shame not to fully use the oven when heating it. I'm preparing six dishes now".
"My goodness. So yes, if you only think about the aim, and never enjoy what you're actually doing, then you miss the whole essence of life'"
"There's lot of truth in that’.
Bell ringing
"Your bread is ready?"
"I'm afraid so".
“Sourdough?”
"Yes, and I even sprouted grains to add to it: brown rice, spelt, buckwheat."
"I wish I was there with you now. Please make one for me when I come home".
"Sure. I wonder how I am going to process all this food now. There is way too much".
"Let's think of something".

We tried to concentrate on life, but the kitchen kept us away from it.