It is stunningly beautiful outdoors on this last Saturday in February...a gift as we wind down the month. Sent the two nieces and one nephew home this morning after a breakfast of chocolate chip muffins, eggs, bacon and bagels. I enjoy watching them eat. They are not children with hearty appetites but they do enjoy what they eat. They eat in a manner I wish to emulate. Taking their time, they express admiration of the food presented. They chew slowly and talk with each other...savoring the smells and flavors and the company. There are the usual sibling spats, but conversation leans toward gentle and thoughtful interaction.
I want to eat in a gentle and thoughtful manner. The goal when one is seated at the dinner table is not to see who can devour the largest amount of food in the shortest amount of time. It is, after all most likely that I shall see food tomorrow. I am not experiencing war time rationing. I am not required to drink ersatz coffee or count out coupons for butter, sugar and eggs. Perhaps such a sad day may arise. But for now, my food does not need to be treated as if it were sacks of horsefeed and I am the horse running pell mell down the track to the stall to get first dibs.
Stop. Slow way, way down. Breathe in. Enjoy. Partake. Be fed at multiple levels, not just physically. Enjoy the quiet of a winter feed.
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