outside the box 5
by Moneca Kaiser , October, 10 2011
kool kitchen
I thought I would share this cause I have done so many great projects this past year and it’s fun to show them off.
I also wanted to mention the people who live in this kitchen, my flients, have a new born little guy who is a little brother to their other one. I am not sure how much credit I can take for it, so I’ll just take most. See my other two clients from this year also have respectively a new born and one in the oven, her’s not the gas one I added to her kitchen. And that would be pretty much all the child bearing flients except maybe one who didn’t really want a baby right now anyways or who knows… And I know I wasn’t all that involved with these mother’s of my children but I kinda was cause when your house works the nest is feathered so to speak the babies come which I know is so hokey and I am taking credit where it’s not due at all but I am so happy about my new babies and that I have made really nice homes for them to be born into for folks I really like and even love.
And you know with that whole urban legend thing I enjoy so much and in the interests of furthering, “the myth of moneca” agenda… I kinda like to think of myself as the fertility contractor. I mean seriously if you were a baby thinking about coming into the world wouldn’t you pick the home with the cool one of a kind pot rack over the window and the crazy light fixture? Wouldn’t you be sure that the people who made this home are gonna be fun parents. And they are and Noah’s a really good cook too cause every time I drop by he makes me eggs and they’re so yummy. Before Noah, I kinda held the “best eggs in the world” title even though it was self bestowed no one challenged me once they tried my eggs on a good day, (when they are bad they are horrid you would expect no less I am sure if you have come to know me at all) Anyways Noah’s eggs are so good BUT I am not sure he can poach like I do, we may have to have a cook off. It’s so loopy the things I get competitive about, last time it was winning the best disco outfit for a party… which I lost and it still stings.
See it was a friend who learned me how to perfectly poach an egg and if you come visit sometime and would like one I will make one for you and if you like I can tell you the secret BUT I don’t think it will help cause well, it’s when a friend shows us that we really really learn. Another friend, though I haven’t met him except on YouTube but whom I like a lot though I suspect he doesn’t know he got in bed with the devil when he started having TV shows with American broad castors, Jamie Oliver, said that if we each teach 3 people how to cook something healthy and they each teach 3 people then that would only have to happen like 25 times and we could cure obesity which I come to appreciate is mostly a disease of a kind of denial and ignorance. If we could learn each other the ways it’d be ok.
So
the secret to perfectly poached eggs… isn’t vinegar like I saw Martha Stewart do on tv, who I also kinda respect even though I can woop her at poaching eggs, the secret is a very small frying pan filled with water and then you let it simmer when the bubbles are so very tiny and then so carefully crack in just one or maybe two eggs and then cover the pan and be so patient and gentle inside though Paul who taught me was more dignified inside. The point is there needs to be some nobility happening in the process. Then watch till the white just covers over the yellow and the yellow is still very soft which one has to feel by intuition, like all great arts and then take a slotted sort of flipper thingy and place the eggs on something though some like to just eat them like that and it’s a little bit sublime. I like to place them on something, my favorite is soft brown rice with miso and some very fine green onions chopped and l especially love the sweet brown rice genmai soft beige miso, but it’s also very yummy to have them on toast.
Like the babies there needs to be lots of patience and nobility for them to turn out best and when their homes is harmonious the chances are better cause there is a peace in a place for each and even though I hate to buy into this whole western illusion that stuff can make us happy home can and a part of that is the actual physical space. I hope the way I am doing it, running my business and caring about the contribution we make and the people who entrust me with their homes, I hope this is making our babies’ world a better place. A safer more harmonious and loving environment where they can thrive and their creativity shine it’s light for us all cause we need light in these dark and sometimes dreary times and we need nobility however this manifests innately in us each.
And we need babies to remind us that our time is brief and I’m not sure why else only that the honour of our acceptance of leaving the camp ground a little cleaner and loving them, how it makes us bigger and more loveable, how this is worthy and I hope this feeling will eminate out from each of us to encompass each of us cause really they are all the mother’s of my children and yours too.
1 Comment
Katesays:
October 16, 2011 at 9:57 amWhat a creative and elegant expression of a set of beautiful feelings and interrelationships, Moneca!
We are certainly appreciating our well-feathered nest (and all the more so as it turns grey and cool outside!).
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