I'm at work now (Shhh...don't tell my boss) and having a packaged lunch which our company has ordered. It's actually made by a colleague's mom.
I asked her to pass my compliments to the chef, but she said, "But we're doing this for money." Granted, that's true, but I think one can feel it when they eat something which has been prepared with attention, care and love. :]
Makes me think of My Name is Kim Sam-soon. How Sam Soon imagined that she was making her pastries for her loved one and how she held that belief that the pastries she created was not to be contaminated(?) by any hatred or negative feelings.
Maybe I'm imagining it, but I can almost imagine my colleague's mom thinking that the sweet gravy by the rice will help to soften the rice and add a nice flavour to it as she ladles it in.
Now I feel like watching Julie and Julia.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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