好梦在厨房

Cooking Up Dreams

母亲是烹饪高手，妙手挥挥，就魔术般变出一席盛宴。我继承了她的天赋，并把烹饪美食变成了我钟爱的职业，可是，母亲并不高兴……

Istared at the spice rack, and it stared back at me. My spices--which had been my friends and companions through thick and thin; which had flavored my food with pungent tastes, earthy aromas, toasty warmth, and gentle heat; which had been faithful for nearly three decades ---had deserted me for the past few months.2 Nothing I cooked smelled right. Nothing I cooked tasted good. What was going on？ I tasted the chicken curry I had made for dinner that night--it was bland, it had no depth. I cringeda at the taste. My husband, who was doing the dishes saw the look on my face. ＂There is nothing wrong with the food, that chicken tastes fine. You just miss her. Why don＇t you just call her？＂