This is my brain today, a big thick pot of Gumbo.
A true myriad of different ingredients and spices, all put together in one singular pot. No two Gumbo recipes are ever the same, and it's often said that you can't make the same pot of gumbo twice, no matter how you might try.
And so, when faced with this dilemma within your mind, what solution remains?
Shall I sit and try to separate the ingredients in order to rebuild and analyze the recipe? Which of the ingredients are good and add needed flavor, and which are adding that not-quite-right taste? Is it even possible to separate the ingredients within the recipe?
Maybe I just need to add a touch of ... something.
Maybe if I can only take out a bit of ... something.
The big pot of Gumbo remains cooking on the stove, and all I can do is stand and watch it as it boils. It is nowhere near the overflowing point, as I have now turned it down to a simmer, and calmed the swirling heat.
But I cannot partake of this meal. I cannot sit at my kitchen table and savor it's taste, when I don't understand the recipe, and where I went wrong in the cooking.
And although the doors to my home are open, if you arrive, and see my kitchen counters filled with measuring cups and spoons, spatulas and cutting board, please know that I am only cooking - trying to find the perfect recipe.
