All it took was a tin of tomatoes, an onion chopped in half and a colossal wodge of butter to send me into a meditative trance. As steam rose, clouding up the icy window panes above the stove, I’d occasionally intervene in the simmering pot by breaking up the tomatoes. 

Mostly I stood staring into the rich red reduction, thinking of nothing...

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