The kitchen to me is a sacred space. Albeit ours is small and humble, it is to me the landscape of creation. In the sacred walls of the kitchen, the combination of heavenly ingredients intermingle in a most melodic formula to produce an amazing end result. The fusion of life's offsprings creates new life.
But, come on Connie, it's just a cookie. No, it's so much more, its Cookie Paradise.
I clean my kitchen insidiously, almost to the point of compulsively, because to me the vessel in which creation comes must be completely pure. I would hate for any morsel of toxicity to enter into a new unblemished creation. This simply seems wrong. Any of those that know me, and as my husband will attest, it is a painstaking process to make certain these creations are developed in a pure environment, brought to life in the exact timing of their oven, and then carefully packaged and presented to their new home. It is a labor of love, that seems often to go far beyond the call of duty, but I can't help it. It seems a part of my nature as the creator to give an inordinate amount of love and attention to each cookie creation, letting each one be personally touched, shaped, packaged, and offered to a worthy partaker. It's in my blood to create more than just a cookie, indeed, in my kitchen it falls nothing short of cookie paradise.
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