Bringing God into - The Kitchen
By Tovah
Leah Nachmani
Some people
love to be in the kitchen for hours on end- they love getting creative with
food, making a big mess, and sometimes even cleaning it all up - with joy and
without issue.I'm just
the opposite. I dread the kitchen if I know I will have to be there for
more than 45 minutes at a shot.
My personal
strategy during the week is: "Don't spend more time making the food than
it takes to eat it."
I just don't
have the patience when it comes to cooking.
When it's
time for me to move into the kitchen for endless hours, usually for the better
part of Friday, in order to prepare Shabbat meals, I feel like a prisoner.
In the middle of cooking, I continually find myself looking to escape, back to
a thought provoking work assignment or to my email. Until one of my kids calls
out to me that I'm burning the onions, or the soup is boiling over. I think I
have kitchen - A.D.D.
The truth
is that I like good, healthy food. I love the colors and shape and textures. And
I appreciate being able to feed the people I love.
But after
45 minutes in the kitchen, my inner voice becomes resentful, even when other
family members share the responsibility. I began to wonder - what is so
dreadful for me about "serving time" in the kitchen? And
how do I do it without resentment when I would so much rather be doing
something more stimulating, and - honestly, more spiritual?
So one Friday,
inspired by Ayeka, I decided to 'invite God into the kitchen'.
Some
people talk to God naturally. I don't.
So despite
the momentary inspiration, I felt awkward. What should I say?
A blessing
before entering the kitchen? That felt artificial.
A long
complaint session to God about why I didn't want to be here? That felt
ungrateful.
A song of
praise for the blessing of having a kitchen and an abundance of food in the
fridge?
That
doesn't change the frustration I feel when I would so much rather be doing
something else.
So I
just asked God to give me the willpower to 'stay with
each task' and follow it through to completion.
The counter
was messy and the sink had dishes piled up in it. So I said, "Please give
me the focus to do this without losing steam."
After that
- the chicken and the vegetables were waiting to be seasoned and baked. So I
said, "Please give me the persistence to follow this through."
Then - the
flour needed to become challah. So I said, "Please help me stay with it
'til I finish." ...and so it was.
And somehow
I felt less resentful.
Could I
have done that without God? Probably, but having God agree to stick around
patiently for hours on end with me in the kitchen gave me a spiritual
challenge, and a stimulating focus, and just made it a bit sweeter.
Questions
for Reflection:
If you
would talk to God in the kitchen, what would you say?
Is there
some job to which you feel yourself a 'prisoner'?
Tovah Leah
Nachmani is the Assistant Educational Director of Ayeka