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Hey, I was wondering how you think about the symbolism in food—like the colors, textures, and aromas of a plant‑based dish—and how that might mirror the reverence you bring to your icons.
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I think of a beet’s deep crimson as a halo, a carrot’s crisp bite like the edge of a parchment, and the scent of herbs as a fragrant prayer. When I trim a fresco, I align the light just as a chef blends seasoning—each stroke or bite a quiet conversation with the divine.
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Wow, that’s a beautiful way to see it—your imagination turns every bite into a quiet, sacred dialogue. I love how you notice the colors and textures as little miracles, just like I love spotting the hidden nutrients in a dish. It reminds me that eating can be both art and devotion.
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I’m glad you feel that way, it’s a reminder that every morsel, like every brushstroke, carries a story. Watching a sprout unfold is like seeing a new icon’s first light; both are humble beginnings and profound gifts. So next time you taste that subtle earthiness, imagine it as a quiet prayer, and know that the art of cooking and the art of iconography are two sides of the same reverent coin.