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Yesterday I made love with the love of my life during five hours. We parted and I felt pretty depleted. Both emotionally and physically. We both went our ways, picking up our kids from different schools. At the school of my children the weekly Thursday market is on and my youngest daughter’s class is due for bbq’ed sausages. As a culinary addict I love anything food related, including grilling supermarket sausages on a big professional bbq. Although my culinairy curiosity led me to raw veganism three years ago and for my own diet I happily stick to it. The scene at school I enthusiatically dive into can’t be further away from what I advocate as health inspired food. At least that’s what it seems. But actually for me preparing and delivering food goes beyond processing healthy ingredients. Substantial well being is fed with physical food and metaphysical energy that comes with assembling, cutting, cooking and presenting food, any food. Today at the Thursday market it’s the handing out to both kids and parents, that forms the nourishing ingredient. I sincerely think these sausages feed the kids and the parents in wholesome, complete ways because of the warm social setting at the schoolyard after school. On top of that preparing food for other people to me is a task of nobility. Even if it’s the cheapest processed food, when the offering contributes to social harmony and a sense of trust and connection between people in general, it gives a true sense of satisfaction and gratification. Food not only builds our bodies. It builds our families and our communities. 

Only a few hours later it’s cold and almost dark outside. I park myself behind the stove in my own kitchen and start baking mini pancakes. Made of egg yolk, self raising flour, diary milk, turmeric, smoked red chilli and cumin. The creation of it and the joy I derive from it, with my senses fully open, are striking. ‘I want to discover what food is all about’ I tell myself.  Or better even, ‘I want to discover what food and me are all about’. I want to unveil the secrets of our relationship, if I may be so frank.

Pretty woman recipes is meant to be a superficial account of what I do food related. Since I discovered food is not only about our taste buds but about all the senses. It’s an expression of feelings, emotions, beauty, sadness. It’s open or closed, restraint or let go, mixed with sweetness, spices, deliciousness and mishappenings. It’s as sensual as it can be fast. Most of all it surpasses the mind, our logic and the world as we understand it.