I love feeding people, too; and I really like watching people EAT.
It seems to me that people are never more Themselves, than when they are choosing, preparing, and eating their food.
One day a long time ago, a bunch of us were driving down from DC to the Outer Banks. Somewhere in Virginia, I saw a very tall, lanky Black gentleman walking in a field. He had a McDonald’s bag in one hand, and a burger in the other, and was eating the burger. Just something about his casual gait, and the occasional lift of his face to the sky, communicated to me ‘Perfect Contentment’ in the moment; and I’ve always remembered the scene.
Feeding people, and taking care over it, is very important. It’s a lot more than just ‘calories in/calories out’.
(As an aside: remembering this makes me wonder: why in the world do odd little ‘scenes’ like this stick in our minds for decades???)
Sometimes, I’ve heard Jacques Pepin on his television show say something like, “If we have to eat three times per day, isn’t it wonderful that God made it so enjoyable?”
Cracked an egg today. Inside two, count ‘em, TWO yolks. Can never remember cracking an egg with two yolks before, though surely it has been done in the past. Looked up old superstitions for this rare find.
1. Expecting soon....IMPOSSIBLE!
2. Death of a family member.... Possible. A cousin passed this weekend.
3. Good fortune comes your way...... It’s about time some found the path!
Are there more sayings out there that would apply? And have you cracked more than your share of double yolks? What would be considered a ‘fair’ share and are we all ‘entitled’ to double yolked eggs. :)
Now we’re off to eat come hot cornbread. Stay warm and toasty up north. It will be snow flurries in Texas this evening...the fire is lit and burning in the fire place...no permit required (at this time)