IMAGINE2-Vegitarian Thai Yellow Curry

I light the candle in the middle of the table, a deep red, like perfectly ripe black cherries, thick with the aroma of essential oils. The kitchen smells exotic, the spices lingering in the air filling me up as three curious pots simmer on the stove. The pots look a little hodgepodge, made of recycled metals, but perfectly fine for cooking.
Leaning against the door is my wife- watching me with a smile.
"You're cooking spicy again, I should have never let you plant all those spices" She makes a little face like a rabbit. I laugh.
"You know good and well once they were in the soil I would never stop cooking this, now shush. Besides, this pot," I point to the smaller one that is simmering away, "is mild for your dainty tongue.",
She scoffed, "Its just because you grew up in Cajun country, baby fed with garlic, onion, and cayenne pepper."
"Anyway, its almost done- sit down!" I go over and pick up her bowl and take the lid off of the pot, giving it one final stir before filling it almost to the top. The tender potatoes, poke out from the yellow sauce. I had dug them from the ground the week prior. Fresh string beans, carrots and peas can been seen just a little bit. The coconut milk came from a farmers market.

My garden is perfect for a meal for two. Even though not every meal can come from there- it supplements our diet perfectly well- giving us a balance between farmer's market and back-yard fresh. The herbs picked the afternoon of preparing, the sauces simmered...all hand made. This is as organic as a meal can get, except that I did not burn it over firewood in the middle of a field. Though the power for the electric stove did come from wind turbines.

I grabbed another bowl, filled it with rice and my curry. A single taste is an explosion of perfection, smooth and tangy spicy and fresh. Every flavor I added could be tasted, no dull over-dried spices that I question if they were added even though I did it myself.

This is how every meal should be. I lean back in my chair a little bit gazing across the table. Her eyes are closed enjoying her version of the dish.