...I'm starting to think I should visualize myself dancing in the kitchen. I don't know what it is about me and kitchens, but when I'm alone and the food's simmering and the iPod's on shuffle, the craziest and best stuff comes out. I guess it's because if I make a mistake, there's no repercussions, I'm absolutely free. If in stirring my spaghetti sauce I suddenly realize that I'm doing the twist to Abdel Halim Hafez, I just laugh and go on dancin'. That's not to say that at the next hafla I'm gonna feel free to dougie to Natacha Atlas, but I miss the freedom that I have in the kitchen. And honestly, there's no reason for me not to have that freedom--I guess most of the time you just kinda stand in the way of yourself.