Noodle Doodle

I love food art, especially the kind where the kitchen ingredients discreetly come together to present a surprisingly pretty picture. When the pandemic put a pause to our ever-swirling lives, I was delighted to discover many little perishable artworks in my cooking hub. My senses suddenly had more time to soak in the surroundings, to catch beyond the obvious.

Home alone, I was probably looking for signs of life even in the inanimate. Veggies chopped at certain angles looked like a parade squad, while a bundle of coriander leaves propped up against the kitchen counter mimicked a drooping tree. One day the spread resembled a party on the plate and on another, an offering of chaotic comfort.

On a balmy afternoon, I just couldn’t take my eyes off a handful of baby corns sliced into little circular coins. Against the bright red of the chopping board, they looked like a scatter of tiny yellow flowers. And then the tomato that opened its strawberry-shaped heart, like literally, when chopped into two.

Here’s another of the pandemic musings on my plate.  I captioned it ‘The Noodle Doodle’.

ART IN THE ORDINARY: The Noodle Doodle

(This post is part of the A to Z Challenge)