I crave comfort food.  I’m talking about the foods that bring up a warm remembering with every bite.  Foods that just feel like home.  I am writing this on Thanksgiving, which provides me with the greatest of all comfort foods—Turkey and dressing.  Include some cranberry sauce from a can and every part of me is giddy.

Comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. The Song of Solomon 2:5

I thrive on novelty. When at a restaurant, I’m always ready to say “Pass me that blobby stuff.” If I don’t like a dish, I figure I’ve learned from the experience. As carefree as I am at applying this “try new things” philosophy to foods and other trivial matters, I’m painfully cautious when it comes to more serious matters in my life. Should I apply for that job? What if I’m stuck with a horrible boss? What if I hate the work? I’m much less adventurous with bigger aspects of my life because if they don’t work out I tend to see them as failures. Maybe it’s time to take a lesson from the “blobby stuff” and realize all the decisions in my life require me to take a big bite out of the unknown.

I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.Thomas Edison

The kid in me  loves watermelons.  There’s no dignified way to eat a watermelon. With juice dripping down the arms and seeds coming out of every corner of the mouth, it reminds me that even adults need to be kids sometimes.

“When one has tasted watermelon he knows what the angels eat.”
Mark Twain