I love the way sunlight falls into the kitchen every morning. I don't switch on the light above the sink, even while using a sharp knife because I like the contrast of light and dark. It's one of those times when a recorded warning sounds in my mind and I recall hearing my paternal grandmother saying how frightening it is to watch a left-hander use a knife. So far, I've never cut myself with a right-handed knife.
Right now, my favorite breakfast is an apple, a banana, and a fistful of frozen mixed berries folded into some coconut yogurt with healthy splash of cinnamon. As soon as I'm done with my knife, I wash and dry it and stick it back in the holder.
I cherish my set of Shun knives and treat them with more care than any other kitchen appliance. Be careful if you ever use my knives though, the blades all face left. Because I'm only 5'4", when I pull a knife out of the wooden block the blade comes up to my face so I feel safer with it facing away from me. My grandma, long since departed, would be afraid, very afraid.
During the month of November, as part of NaPhoPoMo, I intend to post at least one photo a day here. Sometimes with a little story, sometimes with only a caption, always in the hope of resisting the urge for it all to be perfect.
Photo: Leica V-Lux20.