‎"...a little 'trouty', but quite good" ~ Eve Kendall, North By Northwest

Friday, March 30, 2012

we all gotta sing

This morning another friend shared the Britain's Got Talent video of Jonathan and Charlotte blowing minds and spurring the sales of thousands of boxes of tissues. So of course I had to watch it. Again.

And then I made Chris watch it so I could watch him pretend he had something in his eye.

What is it that we love so very, very, very much about videos like this? (If you haven't seen it, scroll to the bottom, watch the video, and come back. I'll wait.)

No matter how rich our actual and for-real lives are, we also live vicariously through others. We love watching people find their voices and be who they are. And when someone surprises us out of our tendency to pigeon-hole, a little piece of us gets un-pigeon-holed. We are more than we appear to be. When we see someone else shine, something in our subconscious assures us we can, too.

We all have a Jonathan voice in there somewhere. Ours may not be discovered on Britain's Got Talent and circulate the internet, but that doesn't mean it's not there.

If you've ever heard me sing, you know I am not speaking of "voice" in a literal, singing sense. It's whatever you do that makes you feel completely you. It's that thing that makes you forget your fears and self-condemnation and lets you... sing out.

In Jonathan's case, he's probably pretty accustomed to not getting a chance. If this video is any indication, he's judged right out of the gate. Turned off. When he does get his chance, though, all shyness and self-consciousness falls away. Who doesn't want that? Who isn't grateful that another human being has had this moment? Who can watch someone's whole life crack open like a sprouting seed, and not need a tissue?

And then there's Charlotte. Oh Charlotte, you are my hero. If you take the bushel basket off of someone else's candle, the light shines on you, too.

If it weren't for you, Charlotte, my husband wouldn't have been able to flush out whatever was in his eye.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Eyesight is wasted on the young

The person who is reading the directions would do better with the larger type. Thank you.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Culinary Prowess

Sugarplum loves to cook. She loves to cook because she loves to eat. I don't know where she gets it.

She is still in single digits, but this has already been going on for years. When she was in preschool, she created our familial go-to: tofu salad made with chutney. She also insisted we put capers in her scrambled eggs - which is delicious. Her first cookbooks were Pretend Soup and Salad People, by Mollie Katzen (of Moosewood fame). If you want your kids to cook for you, start them with these books early. It's worth the investment of time and inevitable stickiness.

I mentioned in a previous post that she made cobb salad wraps, broccoli-walnut polenta and baked oatmeal during my yoga retreat. She followed that up with french onion soup one night, and the world's biggest heap of Vietnamese fresh rolls the next. We are truly blessed.

Someone asked if everything she makes is edible. "Of course," I said. She's a good reader and follows directions carefully. I forgot about the experimental dishes she sometimes concocts. Luckily, she takes notes. Detailed notes:

So if you're thinking of making a cocoa powder, water, mango & pineapple smoothie, don't.