"Communication is key," or so I've heard. But a key to what exactly? A key to understanding? A key to camaraderie? A key to love? Having been always a bit more intrigued by the key than the lock, I just enjoy the process of communicating.
But even with my love of writing and talking, sometimes my mouth is so full of words that I think they are teeth; and I must just swallow and digest. These days, when I feel no desire to speak or write, is when I communicate through my eyes, my fingers, or food.
Say I am feeling melancholy, I will bake something with a bit of lemon around the edges. And if I'm happy, I will bake muffins bursting with blueberries that stain your tongue like the memory of a love yet to come. If I am angry, I will run and then I will come home and enjoy the exercise afterglow while baking a cookie of the peanut butter variety.
Today, I'm having a day where I need to choose an alternative form of communication, and while I can't yet give taste through the Internet, I will speak via photographs of stumbled upon signs, both painted and printed.
Cuts and burns can come in the kitchen, and I have been stitched up three times. But burns don't only come from baking, they can come from experience too. You can endure a burn from love or loss, but it will become shiny and taut and look like a splotch of paint on your arm and soon you will think, "I would go again into the jaw of that dinosaur, and I would feed it muffins until his belly was full and he had no need to eat me." But we know the truth; it feels good to be devoured. Isn't that what this sign says to you? Maybe I'm getting my words back.
They may say "don't," but I say "do." Yes, risk the break or confiscation of the snow globe for the joy of the imagination contained in its viscous liquid orb. Do!
Actually, this is advice I would follow. However, being that the sign is on the container that will soon be hoisted off the ground, it doesn't really do that determinedly oblivious guy any good unless he saw the sign prior to the lifting. So, instead of reading every dumpster you pass, just make sure to always look up - there's much to see up there besides the bottom of boxes.
This says it all. . . . Living. . . follow this sign first - always.
And lest I forget this is the blog of a couple of baking birds, check out the Nebraska Food Co-op as they've made some great changes to the website that make shopping and becoming a member a much easier process. Plus, it's the one place you can get our baked goods until we find some certified kitchen space. . . . speaking of which. . . stay tuned!