a whispered confession
As I tend to the hearth, the whisper of olden days echoes through the kitchen – a symphony of sizzles and simmering. In this sacred space, where the mundane and the divine intertwine, small deities reign.
the pantheon of the pantry
- Hestia: She dwells in the heart of our homes, her eternal flame a beacon of warmth and unity. “I would rather have Hestia’s hearth than all the armies of the world,” said Homer.
- Fortuna: The Roman goddess of fate and destiny, she oversees the fickle nature of cooking – one minute a triumph, the next a catastrophe.
- Sobek: Ancient Egyptian deity associated with water, crocodiles, and fertility. In our kitchens, he is the embodiment of life-giving liquid, ensuring sustenance flows through our pipes and into our pots.
sanctifying the domestic
“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.” – George Bernard Shaw
In this realm, these gods and goddesses find our devotion through daily acts of sustenance. We offer them our reverence in the form of the humblest ingredients, the simplest dishes, and the shared meal.
the silence of the kitchen
As I close the day with a last glance at the empty pots and pans, I feel a sense of completion, of purpose. The kitchen, once bustling with life, now sits in a quiet sanctity – a testament to the divine connection woven into the fabric of our homes.