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Head held heavy, hung low sinking You'd think filled with sorrow But she's teeming with new life And flourished with dreams

Loved them in Detroit!

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Escapism cooking is about neither simplicity nor complication. I find equal rapture in nurturing a hunk of meat that is four days in the making as in cooking “Shit I Eat When I’m by Myself” in only minutes. When it comes to cooking, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no hard or easy, new or old, real or fake. There is only good or bad. It’s about orchestrating an idea, mapping the most sensible way to get there, chasing the high.

In fact, to me, cooking isn’t even about love. As much as I would like to say that I cook to make other people happy, I don’t. Truth is, I cook largely to make myself happy, as medication, as therapy. I cooked in Beijing because it was the one positive thing I could harvest from a place abundant with negativity. In life, I guess, we’re all after some sort of abstraction of happiness. Cooking, whether by choice or not, just turned out to be my medium. If you ask me, the most important thing in learning how to cook is not the techniques but how to harness curiosity and fulfillment from the process, the puzzles and the answers, the failures and the triumphs, the hunt. It’s a deeply personal, ever-evolving, solitary sport.

Mandy Lee, The Art of Escapism Cooking

MisterWives "Nosebleeds" (2023)