life is interesting- how we see & perceive the very things in front of us; what we fear and what we cherish. how most of us fight age, never truly appreciating all that we've gone through to become who we are.
we try to hide our age with botox and other various forms of tweaking and stitching and plumping and pumping- unfortunately there are tell tale signs that no matter the effort cannot be hidden.
i am relieved and glad to be human and not a tree or a sheep. a tree cannot lie- you simply count its rings when it isn't looking and you know. with a sheep you look at its teeth- the fewer the teeth the older the sheep and if there are no teeth- the old ewe (or ram)_is called a "gummer". humiliating and hard to hide.
with me the obviousness lies in my cooking. it is believed by many (mostly younger folk, in their 20's or so) that the older you get the duller and blander. not so in my life. the older i get the better my cooking; say a recipe calls for "season to taste" in my mind that means "your age in peppercorns"- need fresh grated nutmeg? then scrape that baby across the grater the number of years you turn next year.
and alzheimers can be a blessing. today for instance, i couldn't remember if i added ginger to my chai- i could've tasted it to determine the answer, but that would be too easy- why taste when you can re-season?
now you know, when you go for a holiday meal to that attractive woman friend (age indeterminable) of your brother's uncle's mother's sister's friend, and the meatloaf nearly knocks your socks off? she is o-l-d.
we try to hide our age with botox and other various forms of tweaking and stitching and plumping and pumping- unfortunately there are tell tale signs that no matter the effort cannot be hidden.
i am relieved and glad to be human and not a tree or a sheep. a tree cannot lie- you simply count its rings when it isn't looking and you know. with a sheep you look at its teeth- the fewer the teeth the older the sheep and if there are no teeth- the old ewe (or ram)_is called a "gummer". humiliating and hard to hide.
with me the obviousness lies in my cooking. it is believed by many (mostly younger folk, in their 20's or so) that the older you get the duller and blander. not so in my life. the older i get the better my cooking; say a recipe calls for "season to taste" in my mind that means "your age in peppercorns"- need fresh grated nutmeg? then scrape that baby across the grater the number of years you turn next year.
and alzheimers can be a blessing. today for instance, i couldn't remember if i added ginger to my chai- i could've tasted it to determine the answer, but that would be too easy- why taste when you can re-season?
now you know, when you go for a holiday meal to that attractive woman friend (age indeterminable) of your brother's uncle's mother's sister's friend, and the meatloaf nearly knocks your socks off? she is o-l-d.
hahaha i love it
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