TAKE THE STRUGGLE OUT OF THE RECIPE AND CREATE A GOURMET LIFE – ENLIGHTENMENT FOUND IN THE KITCHEN – AGAIN!

I really think we are collectively addicted to struggle
seriously
it’s a tradition we don’t want to break up with
effortless life scares the shit out of most people
myself included
(but workin’ on it)

but today I am smarter
I know
that creating a haute couture
gourmet life
is a buffet
you get to choose what you like
and just because something is being served
doesn’t mean it belongs to your plate
and
that we don’t have to give up the legacy of our ancestors
but we need to give up the struggle

and yes we can still take the best out of it
we can break up with the endless healing of it
and move forward without running away from ourselves any longer…

feel this
and this is crazy
but as I said before
if you have ears to hear and eyes to see the truth
you’ll find it everywhere

like…
for instance in the kitchen 🙂

today
I decided to bake a delicious traditional Polish yeast-risen cake with fresh plums and a streusel topping…

mmmm dreamy….
and stressful as it sounds, lol

I remember my granny
rest in peace her beautiful soul
she was a queen of the yeast cake
and also a slave to it
mainly for
the struggle
with dough kneading…

I remember this part clearly
from childhood
it was a drama
it required almost nonhuman
amounts of
strength
patience
and skill…

work it too short
shit will not rise
work it too long
you’ll get bread not cake
work it in the wrong direction
you’ll fuck it up all the way…

you get the idea
all the rules to follow
all that sweat to flow
and your arms getting numb
and you thinking
in desperation
are we there yet?

let’s just say we didn’t have kitchen aid back then

the struggle WAS real
the struggle took away the joy
and also
the struggle was a choice…

and she wore it
like a badge of honor
I had to see her struggling with that
as a representation of her chosen struggle with life
and then I bought into it
as a default operational system
for the experience of life

no surprise I wasn’t baking it for so long
but well today
I wanted it
badly…

maybe because I’m on my period
or maybe it was a perfect day to break up with that part of ‘tradition’
that doesn’t serve me any longer
I found a new recipe for it
and funny as fuck it was called
the yeast cake for the LAZY people
(back to that later)

and the best part?
it doesn’t require working the dough!!!

fuck yeah?
but wait
I got suspicious
it can’t taste the same
it must be a scam
no pain no gain
and all that bulshizzz
in my head
again?

you might think it’s a bit too dramatic
it’s just a cake after all
(but no, it’s a legacy, my grandma was a perfect cook
hard to live up to this standard))
but mainly what I’m trying to say
is
how you do (or think) one thing
is how you do (or think) everything…

so anyways
thankfully
it’s still only cake
not a mission to Mars
so I made it and must tell you
it tastes exactly the same as my grandma’s!

like for real!
you just throw the ingredients
in right order
and in right temperature
and leave it
and it rises by itself
then you give it a brief stir
and to the oven it goes!

easy
simple
fun

and I still find it hilarious
that it is called the LAZY way
don’t you think?
how we only fuck ourselves in the ass
collectively
by labeling the effortless way of life
LAZY?

well whatever
call me lazy
the cake is fine
I am full and satisfied

of course she would argue
with the quality and
pretentiousness
of the struggle-less-ness
of this protocol
but then
it’s my life
and
I CHOOSE to
take the struggle out of the recipe
so I can

make the cake
eat the cake
share the cake
and have it too!

<3
P.S. if you feel it is time for you co-create with me, the buffet is all set up and ready for you at alexher.com. bon appetit.

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