Fast culture is making you sick. Slow food is your rebellion.

I used to clock long days where time was currency: Every email was urgent, seven approval rounds, no mistakes, and it was needed yesterday. Now? I make pasta.

Emilie Madeleine

16 juillet 2025- Read time: 4 min

Photography by Scott Usheroff / @cravingcurator

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“Slowness isn’t about doing everything at a snail’s pace. It’s about doing things at the right speed. Savoring the hours and minutes rather than just counting them.” — Carl Honoré, In Praise of Slow

The kitchen is busy, the bell dinging, line cooks flying past for more arugula, tables flipped on a timer, yet my mind goes quiet the second my hands touch semolina. I’m still as I shape ravioli. Pasta teaches me to move with intention, not urgency. To do less, but better. To give my full attention, because attention is the real currency.

Your mind needs stillness, sometimes boredom, to be creative. The quiet moments are when the good stuff comes through.

Fast food was built for convenience, but fast living is chasing the next thing, comparing, hustling, rushing through what matters. Rushing usually ruins things.

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