I had a kitchen in Austria…
true!
I had a kitchen in Austria.
I have been interviewed in the media a few times, and they ask me, “Where did you learn to cook?”
The answer is not as I would love to say, from my mother, who learned from my grandmother.
I learned to cook- really cook, where if you burnt it by accident there was no takeaway you could order in, where it wasn’t just family you could bully into saying, “mmm! nice job!” where it had to be done right, and lots of it, and on time- in Austria, at the foot of the beautiful Arlberg, in a half-demolished guesthouse. This is high-quality ski region. Lech- playground of the royals= local grocery. It was a needs-must type of job; there were workers, the owner,(a doctor), and his aging mother to keep well fed. “Can you cook?” the doctor asked me when I rocked up there. I was madly in love with him. Took 4 months hard labour to wear off. “Of course!” I replied, memories of roast lamb on sunny Sydney sunday on our back deck jumping out like Olympians in my head. ”Good,” he said. ”You can stay.”
But oh! there was wurstel. And cabbage in jars. There was miel and farine and epices- okay, forgetting my german here but it was all foreign. After a while I go the hang of what everything was, even started getting the shopping myself… Until one day… I got mesmerised by the bluebells on the mountain out for my morning walk. It was 11.10am when I entered the kitchen, and I had forgotten to take the roast chickens out of the freezer the night before. Lunch was due on the table at 12.30 sharp.
Even with a microwave, something I never use now, this was a very tight push. Plus, I’d never actually roasted a chicken (frozen or soft) from scratch.
And this was the first time it entered my mind to ask the angels for help.
I believe I asked them to stretch time.
For guidance on how to cook the chickens tenderly despite the time frame
To let me know when they were ready.
To help me with the side dishes
To make sure everyone enjoyed it.
(or, I could have just kept muttering, Angels, please help me, I know you can help me, please guide me…)
Whatever I said. Whatever they did. It worked.
And from that meal, I have never been without Angels in the kitchen again.
It is their guidance that teaches me every meal, how to cook.
(quick fervent message! Dear one: please remember to Ask. The angels are standing by to help us! There are SO many of them who just wait on us to take a moment to request their presence to make things so much easier for us!
The angels want to connect with us ——> even more than we want to communicate with them. #angeltruth
Please, lovely ones, remember the angels cannot interfere without your request. Ask, and they will be your happy, healthy, delicious guide.)
with love & blessings to you,
Samantha.
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