Monday, February 25, 2013

A Meal, Fit for a Queen!

There is little else that motivates, like food can.

Feasts are not an everyday occurrence for us, but when we feast, we "throw down". Yesterday, was just such an occasion. I didn't expect it to be so extravagant.

I knew that the master chef was on the case, I knew that I was craving that red rice for weeks after having it delight me as it did, but...

Anticipation is key, for sure.

We had been salivating, internally, as we heard the qualifications of this very unassuming gentleman who had made our acquaintance. Good is good and we expected good food from a "clearly qualified cuisine craftsman". There are many kinds of feasts. And, I am used to the kind where you are familiar with all of the flavors and hord up the foods in your tummy, as though they are not going to be there tomorrow. This was not that kind of feast.

I was curious at this feast, the simplicity of the food was the first element that I admired. The first pan held the macaroni. It was not decorated and then there was stringbeans and chicken, another kind of red rice and potato salad. It looked like the usual fare. I layered my plate according to my usual preferences. Always, the macaroni is my presumed preference. Not at this feast. At this feast, all of the delights tantalized the pallet. I felt an explosion of flavor, all over my mouth.

I definitely never had that happen before. I had to taste each of the elements of the meal, in unison. I couldn't load up on one or other of the flavors, to the exclusion of the other. It made me realize the buds on my tongue had been overused in one part and that the other tastebuds were hungry for flavor. I couldn't finish my macaroni, because the other flavors filled up my tummy, before I could get to, what I considered my favorite.

I liked that kind of feast. Flavor feasting. It woke me up and made me exercise, this morning, because the delight of my tongue was still singing through the night, into the next day.

What a chef and what an interesting reminder of the goodness of God!

"The goodness of God, leads to repentance"

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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.