Your morning smells like coffee. The cheap and tasteless kind you find yourself buying at a quiet garage off of the motorway in the early hours of the morning while everyone else is sleeping. The coffee you eagerly sip and burn the roof of your mouth on, then curse out loud and blame your miserable human existence on. Your morning smells like an old familiar. Like an old friend you've not had the chance to miss. A friend that visits far too often for you to appreciate them as they smile promising you another tomorrow - more misery! Yes, your morning smells like misery calling you from a peaceful dream, 'wake up,' she says, 'wake up, live and step into the light!'
But what if you could avoid misery? What if I promised you a tomorrow without tasteless coffee and old familiar? But instead, a morning that smells like an array of spices tantalising your taste buds as you lick your lips, leaving the tang of life tingling on the tip of your tongue. What if? Would you take it?
Jenny took a garlic clove and placed it on the chopping board before her. Carefully she used the wide part of the knife and applied pressure with the palm of her hand, crushing the clove into pieces. Next she took some olive oil to a pan and threw the crushed clove in, allowing it to pop under the heat and then took a raw piece of meat and placed it into the pan.
Meanwhile a family of four sat down for dinner in the house next door. The father looked upon his son, who then nodded and began to speak.
"Thank you, Lord, for this food which is set before us. May we use it to nourish our bodies, and thee to nourish our souls. Make us ever more mindful of the needs of others, and the needs of our planet. Through Christ Our Lord, Amen." His father patted his son on the shoulder. Both smiled, and together the family began to eat.
Jenny turned the meat over using a spatula. Leaving the meat sizzling, she headed into the next room where the music was playing and turned the volume up. She moved back into the kitchen with a wiggle in her step.
The father looked toward the wall where a crucifix rattled with the bass of the music. He grimaced as he chewed his food and caught the look on his wife's face.
"This is the second time this week," he explained, "has she no respect?"
"Don't react John, leave her be" she cued at him and began to cut into a piece of chicken on her plate. Their children paused as he stiffened a smile at her. He looked at them.
"Eat up!" he ordered and waited for them to tuck in before doing so himself.
Jenny lit a candle and stood back to look at the table set for two. It was mid September, the evening was closing in fast casting a rather romantic feel in the room. She looked at her watch - the doorbell rang.
"Perfect!" she checked herself quickly in the mirror on the wall, patted her black dress chosen for the occasion and headed for the door. Releasing the first, the second and the third lock she opened the door. The cool breeze blew a few loose strands from her hair as she looked out into the empty street.
"Hello?" she called out nervously, but there was no answer. On the other side of the street a cat fled from the bushes with a squeal! Jenny held her chest and searched the area with her eyes. Again the street fell silent. Assured there was no one there she gathered her nerves and closed the door, leaning on it from inside. Within ten seconds the doorbell rang again!
"Jesus!" she yelped and turned to look through the peep hole. She quickly opened the door, "Thank god you're here!" she said pulling on her boyfriends arm before he could respond andclosed the door behind them.
"What's going on?" he looked concerned as she locked the door from the inside.
He searched her face, he knew she was lying.
"Well, just kids playing with the doorbell. Probably from next door, their a little… it just spooked me a little."
"I see," he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Well, I'm here now so there's no reason to be scared." both smiled in agreement. He paused and sniffed, "Mm, what are you cooking? It smells amazing."
"Your favourite" she smiled knowingly into him.
"No way, pork chops? Really?"
"Really! But this," she pulled him into the kitchen and turned off the heat from the pan, "this is Garlic Adobo Pork Chops, you're going to love it." she assured him.
"Garlic?" he winced.