Slow Cooking
’I can see her through the open window
Working in the steam
To the rhythm of her Slow Cooking’
For Slow Cooking and for Susan I imagine La Huesera or Bone Woman (from Mexican Myth) who brings back (with her song) that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Time is unwound and (for the duration of the song) the spirit lives again. These are songs of remembrance. Slow Cooking for Grandma and Susan for my Mother.
Lyrics
My Grandmother’s kitchen was a temple by the sea
Like a holy woman she followed the practice of Slow Cookery
My Grandmother’s kitchen was a heart beating like a drum in the middle of my life Somewhere far beyond the humdrum
I can see her through the open window, working in the steam
To the rhythm of her Slow Cooking
I never saw no recipe
It was more like alchemy
The sea gulls cry and the waves hit the shore
She took her salt from the air
She took her time and she put her care
Into everything that she ever cooked up in there
She was cooking up soul food, she was soul cooking
And the taste of the time and the care
Was in everything that she ever cooked up in there
My Grandmother’s kitchen was a temple by the sea
Oh the aromas, the mysterious flavours captivated me
And the taste of the time and the care was in everything that she ever cooked up in there
I never saw no recipe
It was alchemy
In my Grandmother’s Kitchen
In my Grandmother’s Kitchen
My Grandmother’s kitchen