5 September 2009
Today, my kitchen did not see any action as everyone breakfasted outside. Khairul (my eldest son) drove to Malacca with his frriends for ikan bakar. Khairil had buka puasa outside the house for the sixth consecutive day. As for me and my husband, we were invited for Ramadan Iftar Programme by the Turkish Cultural Centre, which was held at at JW Mariott Hotel, KL (my first buka puasa outside the house since Ramadan began).
Since neither my husband nor I was at home, my youngest son (Khairi) also took the opportunity to breakfast with his friends at Q-Bistro, Bandar Permaisuri.
With no smoke coming out of the kitchen today, my maid, Tanti got her much needed break, so did my kitchen.
ODE TO MY KITCHEN
A HOME IS MADE OF MANY ROOMS
TO REST, TO SLEEP, TO SHOWER
TO PLAY, AND READ, AND TALK A LOT,
DO HOBBIES BY THE HOUR
BUT THE KITCHEN, AH, THE KITCHEN
IS A ROOM THAT'S MADE OF DREAMS
OF FANTASIES...CREATED BY
A LOVE OF COOKING SCHEMES
TO TOUCH, TO SMELL, TO VISUALIZE
THE WONDERS THAT OCCUR...
AND THEN TO TASTE, AND THEN TO TASTE
RESULTS OF THINGS THAT WERE
AT ONE TIME JUST "INGREDIENTS,"
IN THEIR PLACES ON THE SHELVES
BUT BECOME A WONDROUS MIXTURE
AS THOUGH TRANSFORMED BY ELVES
YES, A HOME IS MADE OF MANY ROOMS
EACH ONE HAS IT'S PLEASURES
BUT THE KITCHEN IS THE BEST OF ALL
FOR FINDING HIDDEN TREASURES