Level: Stagier

Some winters begin before the leaves have a chance to turn yellow. That’s when people naturally turn to things that don’t ask for much but give everything. Cabbage and pork shank, for instance. They never hurry, yet always get the job done.

I placed them in the slow cooker early in the afternoon. Outside, the wind carried dry leaves, inside, everything grew still. The sound of rain, the gentle bubbling, the smell of meat and cabbage… it all blended into a kind of peace you can’t buy. You can only wait for it.

For hours, nothing seemed to happen, and yet, everything did. The meat released its strength, the cabbage softened, and time lost its importance. In the kitchen, more than food was cooking, togetherness was simmering too, that unspoken understanding among people who share the same table.

When we finally ate, no one talked much. Dishes like this don’t ask for words. It’s enough to look around and know that both warmth and gratitude arrived right on time.

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