A prayer as we set the table

Setting the table As I lay a fork near a plate, let me remember this is Your table, not mine. As I set the water glasses down and fold the napkins, let me be reminded that every setting at this table is Yours, not mine. Each one who will partake of this meal is a…

A prayer at the kitchen sink

Doing the dishes My life will always have dirty dishes. If this sink can become a place for contemplation, let me learn constancy here. I gaze through the window above the sink. There I see the constancy of dawn, the constancy of dusk, the constancy of the seasons, of the sun and moon, and the…

Slow cooked beef shin, with a Thai-inspired twist

I’ve always loved the idea of slow-cooked meat, the sort that falls off the bone and disintegrates in your mouth. When it’s done well, the flavours are wonderful. And then there’s that glorious aroma that wafts from the kitchen as you sit back on the couch with a book and a glass of iced-tea. It’s the oven that does the work….

A prayer for the kitchen

COOKING Peeling, chopping, cutting, mincing, slicing, measuring, pouring, stirring, poaching, bubbling, frying, turning, simmering, serving. These are the words I cook with. They are all motion, all process. I know as I create this meal there is another cooking going on. It, too, is all motion, all process — an inner transformation. Help me to…