To dream with eyes wide open. To live while waiting. To travel without moving. To be present when I want to be absent.
That’s what cooking is to me.

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Breakfast is sacred.
Call it a ritual or a habit — I love a good, slow breakfast.

It doesn’t have to be lavish. It’s the preparation I enjoy: cutting fruit into equal pieces, slicing black bread thin, pairing it with Swiss or Dutch cheese, laying out sweet and sour peach slices.

It’s the aesthetics that bring me joy.

This is my time — my part of the day to slow down. To reflect. To meditate. To thank God for life.
To breathe in and out without inhaling worry.
To listen to my favorite songs.
To be myself and enjoy my own company.

Breakfast is the beginning of gratitude.
The point where I say: “This is la dolce vita. An invitation to a higher purpose.”

“Heaven” by Depeche Mode plays in the background.

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Lunch is presence.

When the right words come, I’ll tell you more about lunch. Most of the time, however, preparing lunch is my time for slowing down and worship. Sometimes in silence, sometimes in music — always accompanied by God’s presence.

Dinner is optional, but always pleasant.

Dinner is my day’s extension. My I don’t want the day to end yet. My I’ll treat myself. My I don’t know what I want, but soup sounds like a great idea. Most days, dinner ends up being soup or a grain-based salad with veggies. On rough days, dinner is Nick’s problem to solve.
Hint: I want a grilled cheese sandwich with pickles—and he makes the best ones.