I never really know what to write about, I just like to wander over my thoughts and put it on "paper". Sometimes they are odd and at other times fairly "normal". Then there are the times when I get bored with my thoughts, that's when I know I have to go out and get a life!
Sad to say but most of my thoughts are about food, as most can probably tell by looking at me. I love food! It is comforting at times, enjoyable most of the time, and my favorite part is experiencing new flavors. Unfortunately there isn't much that I don't like so the figure has been expanding as I experience new and wonderful treats.
I can honestly say that my first love isn't sweets. I do enjoy them from time to time when in the mood, it's just that they are not on the top of my list. I tend to teeter into the salty/savory area, these are the little types of delectable jewels that call to me. Hand me a little bag of sour cream and chive potato chips and I am a happy little camper, hand over a large bag and I am an extremely regretful sloth sleeping off the pillage.
It is obvious today as I am writing that I am in the mood for sweets, since a reminder was sent that Pi day is fast approaching and my mood quickly brightened. My workplace celebrates this day by handing out free slices of pie. I prefer this method of celebrating versus a team math competition, I'm much better at competing with the pie thing.
A request was made to submit a favorite recipe. The submissions will then be sent to the chefs at my workplace for them to create the masterpieces. The pies will be consumed by a select group of judges and one will be deemed the winner. [*Note: I pleaded to be one of the judges but alas, I was not allowed. sigh!] At this point I must admit that I should have been working but instead I jumped up, found my mom's recipe for lemon meringue pie and sent it off to be judged. I didn't think, I didn't hesitate, I knew the recipe I wanted to send.
As a child I remember mom taking the time to make this pie for my birthday. It is the one thing I always requested, much better than cake in my eyes. It was the perfect amount of sweet and tart at the same time, a great example of Yin and Yang. The symbiosis of two lovely tastes that coexist in harmony. Sniff
No, I am not crying! There must be dust in my eyes.
What all of this comes down to is that I am reminded to be thankful for the pie, and the memories that went along with the pie. It's not just that these were good times, I was lucky enough to have a mom that would make something so wonderful just for me, but it's also the simple things you ponder over as you get older. Not just the pie but also the meaning behind it. It's those moments that happen in your life that make you smile when you think back on them. That pie, and what it represents is just one of the precious gifts given to me in my lifetime.
Thanks for the pie mom.
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