Cooking usually isn't a flow of harmony that unites other events of the day. Its a lot of background work of assimilations of materials that many times tend to lose their meanings as we lose our connections with the materials. Mutual discord ends and we get separated. Sometimes some unbalanced excess of passion takes place, affecting balance, distribution, and starts its oppression of digestion. In this alienation, we strive to get back the connection of ourselves with food. Its an act of balance.

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Monks discovered it long ago. They carried a bowl designed to the size of their palm. A variety of food was sufficient for the right digestion. A recipe for eating a balanced way. We tried this diet and it surely is soulful.