My Dance

By: Lauren Spagnoletti

There’s a little dance that goes into it. It’s not choreographed, but years and years of practice have made it possible. It starts with some good music, and pouring a glass of wine. The tools come out, and then the ingredients.

Then the timing takes over. This is where it gets fun. Boil this while you chop that. Simmer this while you mix that. Taste, adjust, taste again. Sip of wine, cut some basil. Drain the pasta, toss the sauté pan. My cues come from smells, colors, and tastes.

It’s my meditation and expression of art. It’s my love language.

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