it ended with a chicken

tonight, during a blizzard, my father and I trussed a little five pound chicken and set it in a three hundred and fifty degree oven for two hours.  my mother and i made macaroni and cheese and prepared a salad.  is roasting a chicken an art? 

art is fundamentally the use of imagination to create something aesthetically pleasing.   But, if creativity is a human expression of life and if life is sustained with food then the preparation of a humble little chicken is indeed art.  

i am not terribly good at writing, or at photography, i can get by with a set of water colors but that is about it.  when it really comes down to it my creativity is best expressed with salt, pepper, and a myriad of other ingredients.  

tomorrow i turn twenty five and i am happy to report that while i have not perfected the art of the roast chicken, i have at least attempted in the last 6 months a number of new and exciting endeavors.  I feel like I know myself better today than i did last june, and i gather that is an art as well.