"it is hard to remember that this day will never come again." -jeanette winterson, the passion
it has been a little quiet over here at groove food. the past several days have been devoted to carnivals and costumes. i contemplated telling you i had been perfecting my foie gras cotton candy for your delight. the truth is, i was on a sno kone mission. 900 of them, glistening in all their bubblegum-flavored, day glo glory for an annual halloween carnival at my daughter's school that dazzles. this picture shows one of my little ladybugs making her way to the slushy bottom of what could only be described as a swamp water sno kone. it began as a rainbow of orange delight, sour apple, and watermelon. an eager mouth and five minutes later, it had turned to something brown and wincingly saccharine. in true ladybug fashion, she informed me that the last bite was the best of all. if there ever was a time to consume an eyebrow raising quantity of high fructose corn syrup, let it be in full costume.
sno kones aside, life, like laundry (and dishes!), has piled up. four of my left hand fingers have been split open. is my right side emotional nature attacking my rationality with a vegetable peeler? this capricorn could use a little bit more of that. still, time has come to retreat to the eye of the storm. in my kitchen i find chaos if i come with it. but when i come to revere, to play, to explore what i have to give, i find a well of possibility. and soup.
i tucked my ladybug into bed last night and kissed her still bubblegum-colored lips, thankful for the day, unique and unprecedented, never to come again. then i did the dishes, to make room to play.