Tonight I’m staying up to work on my novel.
While I do that, I’ve decided to go ahead and eat some of what my wife has made for us and mix it together in a bowl. So there’s the beans she cooked earlier today, the – extremely good it turns out – mac and cheese she made like yesterday I think (It may be past midnight but today is still Friday for me), and the wonderful slowcooked meat with all the stuff mixed in that which she cooked a few days back. I’m munching on all of this now as I type this. And it made me think of something I just figured I’d share with you, so I’m on here typing this before I forget it instead of typing my novel. Hmph. Go figure.
Have you ever mixed food together?
When I was a kid I remember all these family get togethers where there were so much food available you could even decide which mashed potatoes you liked and which ones you didn’t prefer if you know what I mean. Things would be all on my plate in little portions and I’d eat one or the other or finish one first and work on the rest or however it struck me to do it. I’d notice the adults like my mom and her cousins taking a little bit of each and putting it all on their forks before putting it in their mouths. I liked that idea, but a kid’s fork isn’t as big as an adult’s fork and I wasn’t able to fit all I wanted on there or as much as I wanted. And besides, it seemed like a whole lot of work for each bite of friggin’ food, ya’ know?
So I came up with this idea to mix everything together on my plate.
That meant the black eyed peas and cornbread met the coleslaw met the creamed corn met the okra met the green beans met the whatever else was on my plate that could get mixed in. It got me some looks and at times some of the females thought it looked disgusting, but I just figured that 1) it was all going to the same place anyway, and 2) I was just doing what they all did, but not taking as much time with it. It worked for me, and I got some interesting taste combinations in my mouth.
I’d do this at home when it was just me and mom too. It got so bad that she’d have to not look at my plate because of how it looked to her. As a kid, and a little boy at that, I was of course completely oblivious as to how it must have looked, but I’m sure you can imagine. 😉
Other things I mixed together was juices and soft drinks. I’d get orange juice and apple juice and whatever juice and mix it all together. And then at other times I’d mix Dr. Pepper with Pepsi with Mountain Dew with 7-Up with whatever other soda was nearby and call it punch. It was good punch too. Had a kick to it that only a little boy could enjoy. 😉
Now, I obviously still mix things together, but I also found out that some things just don’t need to be mixed together no matter how good they may be separately.
Take the time I decided to mix a soda with some juice with some Tabasco with some coffee, and those are the ingredients I can remember!
My mom made me drink it since I took the time to mix it up. Nasty stuff that.
So, I could go on from here to give you some great spiritual or philosophical ways I like to mix things up, but you know what? I’ve said what I needed to say that motivated me to come on here and post this, so I’m just going to leave it at that. If I ever come back and do that very thing then the question mark will disappear from this entry and a Part 2 will most certainly be in place. If not, then this is it.
Hope everyone has a great weekend, and mix something up in your lives! 😀