The Little things lead to…

Good morning all.

It is quite chilly,

here in,

my beautiful ugly.

Been a productive week.

Our last ,

Lunch & Learn delivery,

yesterday,

at work.

It is a ton of work,

mostly for my boss,

but, what a joy it is,

to deliver meals and treats,

to our seniors,

I love them.

We have had such,

varied,

interesting,

guests,

on the learn part,

from pharmacists,

to vicars,

from brain gym practicionners,

to laughter yoga gurus,

from painting to gardening,

fun and knowledge.

I will miss it,

fingers crossed we can,

make it work next year.

Today is Friday,

it’s sunny, but, definitely a jeans,

kind of day.

I am going to the farmer’s market,

fresh veggies and some herbs.

I plan on making some roast chicken,

with herbs and lemon,

for dinner tomorrow.

This morning I sat,

a coldish breeze,

blowing into my office,

some toast and a cup of tea.

It’s Friday, so no smoothie,

just to change it up a bit,

whole grain toast,

and,

the most delicious,

jam,

some fancy artisanal made in Quebec,

plum and black tea jam,

it is delicious,

sweet, slightly smoky,

a gift for my birthday,

my friend gave me,

a whole load of,

weird and wonderful,

jams,

luxurious,

fun,

push you out of your rut,

jams.

I am an adventurous eater,

I take risks,

I like new things,

not just for newness sake,

but, to keep life interesting,

I know what I like,

but, I like to push the boat out,

explore new waters,

so to speak.

I have a vast and open palate,

I thank my parents for that,

for exposing me to different flavours,

I was never one of those,

I don’t like it,

before even trying it kids.

I get that sometimes people,

have texture issues,

or whatever but,

it drives me nuts when people,

won’t even try.

Open your palate,

and it opens your mind.

I doubt that is true,

but, sometimes,

maybe even,

often,

I think openness begets,

openness,

of palate,

of mind,

of spirit,

spread your open wings,

and learn to fly.

The little things,

are important,

they lead to the big things,

weird jam tastings,

lead to deciphering complex,

notions and ideas,

to paradigm shifts.

Be well you all.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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