Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Wontons and Meatballs

I moved two weekends ago ...long story...and beyond worrying about logistics  I was concerned about not losing any food. The refrigerator wasn't all that full but I didn't want to lose what I had.

After the move I had the opportunity to chill, relax, recoup at a friend's condo. She's in rehab for a terrible injury so I had the place to myself.

Schlepping the groceries into the condo from the original house = that would eventually make their way to my transitional housing situation = I recognized the bag of frozen won tons and the bag of turkey meatballs were definitely thawed. I was, am , pushing my luck with them still being good to eat.

I'm about to get up and cook them up  when I recognize the irony of the combination. East meets west. Gratitude moment for Marco Polo blending wontons and meatballs. Worth the trek, man


We need to celebrate the reality of meatballs and won tons being common fare that millions can pick up together in the frozen food section.

We need to celebrate the original places thousands of miles apart where won tons and meatballs are being freshly made.

We need to think about increasing reconciliation and cross cultural appreciation because it's possible for an Anglo Saxon white woman in America to step to the kitchenette , pull out a fry pan andsear some  meatballs  and won tons. Now we're goin'' in the right direction.
Love Deborah

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Eating Pizza

Having won a free pizza this past Wednesday, I'm still noshing on a few slices.

Here's the curious thing about my pizza habit. I eat my slices with a knife and fork until I get about an inch away from the crust. Then I pick it up with my fingers.

The world seems quite defined by who eats with fingers and who eats with utensils. Now it seems to me that is the starting point for practicing conversation and engagement.  I mean if we can begin to accept the differences with how we shovel food into our faces then we can start to find the common ground of digestion and elimination.

Once food is in our mouths, the process of our bodies using it is all the same.

Am I suggesting that an occasional reference to digestion and the ability to accept the differences in how we deliver that food to our teeth = or gums as the case may be= is the beginning of world peace?

Yasureyoubetcha! Next time the food is near your lips remind yourself what happens after it passes into mouths is all the same the whole world over.

Love,
Deborah