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Cherished Cauliflower Soup
This three-ingredient soup is very low in calories, yet, very high in taste. Make your guests guess what they are eating before telling them. They still may not believe you.
Sweet as Candy
He had never found a more patient companion and friend than she proved to be. He had never looked forward with more anticipation to seeing anyone every single day. Her face lit up upon seeing him as she greeted him with the widest and most authentic smile he had ever seen. That smile warmed him all over. Not only would she listen to his endless stories and often repeated adventures, she frowned when he was upset, bit her lip when he showed concern, offered support when he was down, and empathized when he felt vulnerable. She never nagged or ever insisted on being right. In fact, he couldn’t remember ever having had an argument with her. Most of his friends had either passed on or distanced themselves from him, but Candace was a godsend in his time of greatest need when he had no one to depend on. This wasn’t the way it always was.
Sweet and Sour
In the 1950’s, when I was in the sixth grade at Sheridan St. Elementary School in the Boyle Heights section of Los Angeles, California, Mrs. Horowitz lived in the bottom unit of an apartment building next to our house with her elderly mother. They seemed to yell at each other very night, starting right after dinner like clockwork. We could hear them through their closed windows. I could see into the sitting room of their apartment, through the pale gauze curtains. I could never understand what they were fighting about in that stifling, frayed yellow apartment with old and tattered furnishings. The gloom I felt looking at the tiny apartment could easily be inhaled.
Misappropriated Attention
I thought about him all last evening, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him today. I finally had to admit that he would be with me for a while, and I just had to settle in with it and see it through.
We ate at Ajanta Indian Restaurant last evening. After my trip to India and Nepal, their cuisine had grown on me, and when my husband suggested we go there on my one-night-a week off from cooking, I enthusiastically agreed. The garlic naan bread and dahl soup alone would make it worthwhile.
Oubaitori*
One size never fits all.
One’s timeline is not another’s.
One’s age of maturity isn’t measured in years.
One’s way in the world suffices not for others.
Silence Is a Shadow Language
It competes with what draws our attention,
what the senses highlight,
what our perception is skilled at noting,
how we process the unseen, unheard.