I realized tonight that cooking is divine. Eating can be, of course, good and enjoyable and communal, but something about the mixing raw ingredients is similar to what creation must have been like.

This is especially true with spices, real spices. Cardamom and cloves and ginger and cinnamon and allspice. They are a small voice in a big world whispering that God is indeed good.

And during weeks like this, we need to listen all the harder for such whispers.