My mom used to make a Jewish-style braised chicken dish called “gedempte chicken”. It’s cooked very slowly with lots of onions and little other seasoning.
Funny enough, it was the kind of soup that made you forget what ingredients were used, because no ingredient in particular stood out. It was impeccable team work. A fine blend. An enthralling choreography.
To think about the past is to regret it; to worry about the future, to fear it. Only this moment counts… Wouldn’t you rather embrace it?