Cooking and Poetry. Halloween Shakshuka

As I line the ingredients, I’m deaf to the hushed shuffles in the pantry, And blind to the shifting shadows on the wall. All I can think about is “Shakshuka” A global dish native to Tunisia. Nicknamed, “eggs in purgatory” How ironic, When the horrors of this season, hail from in between worlds. Raw eggs…

Cooking and poetry. Kitchen tales.

Cooking can be therapeutic, enjoyable, and inspiring too. A way to balance creativity with conformity, Both discipline, and art. It is through cooking that many can vent, Blow off some steam, Slice with a vengeance and grind with ferocity. It is also in the kitchen that anger can be tempered, The calmness to marinate a…