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Day 8- Cookie Jar Sweet Memories
Day 8
Home-made
Vegetable Soup so thick that the
spoon stood on its own & finally, Perfection!
I
like to cook; I’m better at eating, but, I enjoy the culinary learning
challenges.
Bar-b-que
comes along as my all-time favorite, but, if a delicacy tantalizes my taste
buds---well…I’m all in! I’ll round up the necessary ingredients, whip ’em
together, apply heat. Voila!
Of
course, anyone reading this tripe knows full well that food preparation is
never quite so simple. But, when you fly by the seat of your pants---Well!
Anything is (im)possible!?
So,
my Mom is a superb cook; she learned early on that the main ingredient to any recipe is: Love! She is blessed with
an overabundance of that ingredient; it goes a long way in any of life’s
endeavors, actually.
Anyway,
she made some soup and I absolutely loved it. So? Of course, I could do that!
Right?
We
got the beef, myriad vegetables and noodles together and I “whipped” it up. We
simmered the concoction to---Perfection!? Well! Not quite. Not even close!
The
“soup” looked pleasing enough; after all, presentation is half the battle!? Not
this time!
When
we sat down to eat the flavored delicacy, it tasted a---bit…funny! To say the least.
The
wooden spoon I used to stir the “soup” as it cooked, actually stood up in the
pot without any support; The soup was just a bit thick---like…wall paper paste.
And, it was---burned!
Yep!
Got ’er a little “hot” for way too long a period of time. Umm! Hmm!
Nobody
could. Or, would, eat the “mess”, save one.
Candy’s
dad was near sainthood; I guess that’s where “Angel” Candy gets her halo and
wings. Her dad dug right in, proclaiming with a smile about how delicious the
“soup’ tasted. Yea! Poor guy managed two bowls and managed to eat most of the
experiment until we just couldn’t stand to torture him further and threw the
remains away.
Turns
out, I should have added the final ingredient, the noodles, at the very end of
the cooking adventure rather than at the beginning. Oh! Well! Live and learn---Hopefully!
That
was a long time ago; I pray my culinary skills have improved since then---I
hope so!
Another
“humorous” Cookie Jar “Sweet” Memory!?
Tell me of Love! Daddy!
A trio lay on a
blanket under a blue-black diamond abyss
“Tell me of
love, Daddy!” voiced the boy; listened his sis
A tear in her
eye, “Why does mommy choose this, to miss?”
Inhaling a deep
breath, dad glances toward the house, forlorn
She had been
angry; allowed rage show fierce-some her scorn
Selfish-conceit
burgeoned clear once their two children were born
“Mom has a party
to attend,” he patiently explained
Adding, “It’ll
help her in the job she entertained.”
“She’d rather work
than be with us?” The boy complained
“Children, we
all have to make life-decisions. Mom chose.
“See that moving
star?” He pointed. “Right before your nose.”
“Yes!” They
chimed enthusiastically. “I wonder where it goes?”
“’Round and
’round.” Dad said. “Satellites fly among
the stars.”
The boy smiled.
“Like a sports model among the ordinary cars?”
“Nothing simple
about the stars. Their distance reaches beyond far.”
“Ever touch a
star, Daddy?” His curious little daughter inquired
“When I fell in
love and had each of you.” Dad smiled, inspired.
A cloud crossed
the vista; had the gods, indeed, ill-conspired?
“I’ve seen the
sights; an eagle from above, clouds from on high.
“Tether-bound to
earth, our imaginations lend man to easy fly.
“’Simple!’ Is
the happy life-key; all we have to do is---dare…Try!”
“Bye! Kids!”
Interrupted Mom; dressed to the nines, jewelry replete
Running to
embrace her, Mom quickly backed away in abject defeat
A kissed-finger
to each forehead, “I’ll be late.” Her exit sad; complete
Diamonds sparkle
in the night-black velvet as in symphony the world turns
Insignificant
man alone to hammer destiny-designed in vacant faux concerns
Value lives in
Goodness-Virtue wherever springs
sacred-holy Love-learns
As slumber
whispers eyes to heavy-close to inviting lullaby-land
Infinite
universe turns upon itself seeking to somehow understand
Abandoned-love
lives eternal heart, soul, spirit softly hand-in-hand
Amen!
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