It was a very lonely Christmas for me. It humbled me to the point where I began to notice my immediate environment. I thought I was the only one that existed in this universe. Thus, I looked at the back garden and saw a guest who shared my little food. I am sharing the picture of this guest with you. My hair is also mirrored to the texture of this guest who wanted to move into the house through its gestures.
At somepoint, my guest found the entrance into the house and was asking to stay with me.
I am amazing cook but having breakfast, lunch and dinner all in one diet is just for someone who is truly hungry. I know of aristocratic Italians who eat 14 course meal changing plates. It is like bits and pieces working together in the real sense of it.
I have the richest cooking pot in human history with the soot. It is also the traditional style cooking. Sometimes, I prepare this pot overnight preserving a fair amount of water into it using a spoon (spaddle) to return it back into its normal color for another all in one dish.
Oh my soot cooking traditional pot, my wonder at Bethlehem, my laughing stock, my crying pot and my setback in victorian style.
Some call my richest cooking pot charcoal grill and others laugh at the size of this pot. Do you know what it feels like cooking and not being able to eat. I am just wondering if it is truly the size of my pot, the color, the shape or my immediate environment.
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