There are ways that God manifests things to us. Today, he manifested to me that I had way more cuts on my legs than I realized when I was in the shower and the hot water ran over and burned my wounds. It was nearly too much to bear and I stepped out and sat on the toilet. It took all the courage I could muster to finish my shower. I turned the water to a cooler temperature and tried to forget the fact that my legs were throbbing.
Today, I went to a potluck in the Greenbier lodge. I had almost nothing to offer other than canned tuna and tomato soup. When I realized that I had tortillas and fake cheese, my hometown blood began to surge. I fried up some quesodillas. I had people ask me for the recipe. I was thinking, "Well, first you have to be poor and then be compelled to buy food that seems to have no correlation. The true magic happens when you get invited to a potluck and you are forced to throw something together." I told them that it was inspired by my hometown.
that is funny!
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