© 2009 Marica

112 – Pickled love

My kitchen is a mystical place, a kind of temple for me. It is a place where the surfaces seem to have significance, where the sounds and odours carry meaning that transfers from the past and bridges to the future.
— Pearl Bailey

Our kitchen is the heart of our home – it is where all the action happens. It is so much than a room dedicated to food preparation and cooking. Discussions take place. Tears. Laughter. Disagreements. Ideas are born. Plans are made. Decisions are made. Winding up or unwinding depending on the time of day. Guests are entertained. Creative experiments take place. New creations emerge. Music is played. The odd dance or two is had. Our kitchen is a place for art in action.

“I have a great recipe we have to try,” said my youngest daughter rather excitedly when she arrived home the other day for a short visit in honour of Christmas.

“The chef at the cafe gave it to me,” she continued “and it is really delicious. I love it and so does everyone who tries it.”

Before I knew it Mira had us all organised to go off to the market to buy zucchinis and onions to make a batch of zucchini pickle.

“We can make this and give it as Christmas gifts,” she suggested.

“What a great idea,” I said. I still had a lot of shopping to do and this was a great solution for some of the presents I still hadn’t sorted. Every year I promise myself I’ll be more organised for next Christmas and before I know it Christmas is almost upon me and I haven’t done anything that I needed to.

Last night before going to bed Mira sliced all the zucchini and onion. She left them to soak according to the instructions in the recipe. This evening we cooked up our first batch of this pickle. Together we made decisions about consistency, quantities and timing. We laughed along the way and savoured the smells that wafted through the air. The finished pickle certainly looked divine thanks to the rich yellow colour of the turmeric. As we filled each bottle in a mini production line I felt an overwhelming sense of love for the energy and excitement my daughter has brought with her. Home is never the same without my girls around.

I think tonight a new family recipe was created. I can’t wait to taste the product.

Manifesto
04. Every day is an opportunity to cultivate the promise of the future.
09. Every day learn something new.
18. Every day express love. Some people need to hear it. Most people need to see it. Don’t take it for granted.

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