My dark side takes over and it is almost painful even having to smile…Then I think that there are people who are going through some awful things and I feel ashamed when I think that, in order to feel better, I think of those who are wrose than I am.
Well, it happens.
Sometimes I feel that events, crooks, and what we call “the system” take over our lives.
On tv, on the internet, on the papers, all we hear about is anything from a brother killing a brother to the Big Brother. we hear about an older Nelson Mandela in the hospital (at the moment of this post his conditions are better), or we hear about Berlusconi who emulates Hugh Hefner (Playboy founder). We hear about young women, whose lives have been taken by monsters and whose deaths are nourishment for the “vultures of journalism”, or we hear about starlettes who would do anything for a little bit of fame without any shame.
And, in between, there is nothing.
It is true that this blog talks about cooking. However, firs of all it is MY BLOG. This was what I had in mind, this was what I wanted to write.
I write to convey a thought, to vent, to share (a trouble shared is a trouble halved). Cooking is my best anti-depressant. So, here is a recipe that always relaxes me, that makes me happy, that helps me be part of the world. Yes, it helps me be part of this world. Because every occasion is the right one. With this “Bari’s focaccia with Icelandese barley flour” the occasion is a special one.
Is nothing better than suffering? Even in the moments in which I cry over my failures, my disappointments, my sorrows, I believe that suffering is bettern than nothing.