”What glad, mad fools we are in spring!”
Hello to spring, finally. It is a beautiful morning. The sunlight is so bright everything in the backyard glistens. The sky is a deep blue and cloudless. The air is so calm not even a single leaf is moving. The dogs are out and have been out for a while. They are my barometer.
When I was a kid, I noticed spring more than any other season. The air had a lightness. Color returned in the riot of flowers growing in the gardens. Winter clothes got packed away. The days got longer and longer. The sluggish feelings of winter disappeared. The warmth brought energy, a need to savor every day. A spring in my step was real.
Why do we have toast in the morning, instead of just bread? Who decided to first toast bread? I slather my toast with butter or jam because of its dryness. Mostly I have toast with my eggs though occasionally I have an English muffin, toasted.
I always try foods when I travel. I don’t like to judge the strange dishes by appearances. I also don’t like to ask the ingredients of what I’m eating. I eat the food, and if I like it, I keep eating. If not, I just push the plate away. It was in Ghana when I first became an adventurous eater. I remember when I ate my first dinner at my Ghanaian family’s house during training. I was alone on the balcony outside my bedroom. The food was on a table so I sat down to eat. It was a bowl filled with stew, a white blob and some bony meat. I had no one around to ask what I was eating so I dug right in using my right hand as there were no utensils. I ate almost all of my first real Ghanaian food, whatever it was, leaving only a bit of broth. I liked it.
My dance card for the week is again uke heavy. I have my usual practice and lesson and also two concerts. We are playing The Beach Boys this week. I also have a dump run and animal food shopping on my list. I need to vacuum. That will satisfy my cleaning bug.
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May 14, 2024 at 9:54 pm
By now, I’ve read that dinner anecdote over and over, thinking about that feeling of deep satisfaction when there’s an unfamiliar situation and you step up and grab it, and there’s joy.
May 14, 2024 at 11:28 pm
Rowen, In my mind’s eye, I can still see that table on that balcony and the bowl of food. The broth was red. I remember the broth dripped a bit down my hand when I first started eating then I got the hang of it.
It was only a short moment in my ten weeks of training and my two years of service, but that meal is one of my strongest memories.