Why Can’t I Do It Myself?
So, as I am sitting here shoveling some reasonably delicious manufactured cereal into my face, I am stricken with an idea that I can’t believe has never before crossed my mind. As I look at this cereal box, reading the list of ingredients I am surprised at what all goes into what appears to be a relatively simple cereal. This can’t be right…there is way to much in this list. There has to be 30-some ingredients, but I look in my bowl and see only crunchy little honey colored squares. This is wrong. Surely there is another way to go about this.
And thanks to the aid of the internet, I have found it. I can now make my own breakfast cereal with the help of a really cool website titled www.mrbreakfast.com. On this site is a list of recipes for breakfast cereals that is just long enough to keep things interesting for a long time, but not long enough to be considered exhaustive (or exhausting). You can view it here: <http://www.mrbreakfast.com./recipe_collection.asp?subcategoryid=8> .
I plan on trying these out because, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I like my food as natural as I can get it. I am an avid eater of naturally produced and ecologically sound production/ growing/ farming methods. I won’t get on my soap box here, but let it suffice to say that these are some pretty sound recipes. The Danish Rye recipe sounds like a winner. I am going to the store first thing in the morning (only because nothing is open past 11 here).
Conversational Qualities
I have recently been in contact with an old friend. A female friend, I should probably note. Over about a week we have been talking to each other and the conversations have been incredible. I’ve not had so stimulating and entertaining a conversation since… well, last time I talked to my cousin in Milwaukee who is pretty much on the same wavelength as myself when it comes to conversation. She catches what these days would be considered obscure literary references. She takes a joke and dishes one out. She understands that conversation should have a good rhythm, as should a story. Listening to her relate stories of her past experiences is fulfilling for several reasons. The intonation of her voice is such that it doesn’t get old as the story draws out. It remains fresh and expressive and there is a tone of thoughtfulness behind it as though she were actually choosing her words rather precisely (as she may be). In addition, the sound of her voice is very soothing. It has a low key, low pitch, smoky quality to it; almost as if everything she were telling was a secret meant only for you to hear. In all honesty, it has been exhilarating conversation.
I have found myself anxious to speak to her, eagerly awaiting her call (I try not to call her too often, for fear of seeming too invasive and also for fear that we might run out of things to talk about- with such a distance between the two of us, a lack of things to say simply means more time apart. An idea that, to my surprise, I find to be uncomfortable and unwanted). I dare say infatuation has got the best of me. I do seek to follow this infatuation to whatever end it may choose to bring me, if indeed it brings me to an end at all. Suffice to say that this has lent me a new excitement at a time in my life when it is most welcomed. I am certain adventure will ensue.
