Looking outside my bedroom window, I watch as the limitless canopy above me slowly changes from a velvety warmth to a crisp blue. The morning jays chirp in a heavy New York accent, asking when the next metro will arrive. They fly by my window several times, stealing a glance at me. Thinking “we haven’t seen this fella at this time before”. Their eyes beckon as if I held the answer to their pressing question. I don’t.
I’m writing this piece with a heavy arm, due to the Wii Sports I played with the fam yesterday evening. All the while, feeling its weight as I sip the green tea my dad bought from who knows where. He brought back the small, unassuming brown bag to our household last year, with neither a name or a place to call home. From my friends in the business, they tell me that’s a sign of high quality leaves. ‘Wouldn’t that also be a sign of the exact opposite?’ But I never had the courage to ask. Ironically, my palate betrays my thoughts. A warm earthy coating enveloping my tongue, with an expected bitter finish. My culinary friend sent me a copy of The Flavor Bible 2 days ago. In it, I learned a simple math equation:
Flavor = Taste + Mouthfeel + Aroma + “The X Factor”
Right now, in this moment, I think I finally graduated from high school algebra.
Google tells me we’re hitting a summer 94 here today. This year I have yet to don a farmer’s tan. On the brighter side, I’ve spared my skin the horror of being overcooked. A few friends and neighbors have gone to orchards and vineyards to cherry pick and brought back the spoils of war. Some coming back more cherry-looking than the cherries themselves.
Another friend, elated with starting her boutique culinary business, sent me a couple bags of agar powder to experiment with, which I have yet to open. Today, after work, I’ll put them to good use. Or bad use, if my human guinea pigs crinkle their nose from my mad science experiments. Who knows?
Well, I’m headed downstairs now to start another great day. This time, with a beautiful sunny side up with dash of furikake, smoked paprika, and good ol’ S&P.
Why am I writing this? There’s been a concentration of negative energy surrounding us right now. And when I say ‘us’, I use the royal ‘us’ in a loose sense here. In these special, turbulent times, life’s become increasingly stressful. For a handful of my friends and family, it’s easy to find someone or something to blame. In some cases, there is a responsible party. But in most others, the ‘blame’, if we need to give the beast a name, is shared in a much broader sense. And we forget the beauty in our world. What we’re grateful for. What we have lived to see in another spectacular day.
And once again, I’m using the royal ‘we’.
Many of my colleagues use the Five Minute Journal App – short snapshots of daily gratitude. The first thing they do every morning. But I think I’ll stick to longer expositions.
Photo by Sapan Patel on Unsplash
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