This weekend I danced in an alumni piece to honor a retiring teacher. The whole thing was a stretch, let’s be real.
Muscle memory helped me keep up. Some other kind of memory helped with letting things go. It was an awesome experience of mind over matter. And now I’m really really sore. Like time machine knocked the wind out of me sore.
Cooking well gives a glimpse of that selfless quality too. It’s more a remembrance than a creation. Every dance step has been done before, just not by you. So when we cook we don’t own the recipe, or the dish. We’re just recalling nature, and embodying it.