Just another day
Posted on | February 4, 2010 | Comments Off
These days it’s important to get the hike in as soon as weather permits. And I was in Joaquin Miller Park early. A good hike. A fine one. And about an hour and a half into the hike, I met up with two women who hiked strongly. It was a joy to talk with them. They are hikers and gardeners. We talked about trails, tomatoes, and orange trees.
And when I got home, I obsessed on the Pacific Crest Trail. I can see that happening again. And as the day wore on, I thought about dinner. Though the cupboard was mostly bare, I did not want to go to the grocery store. And then I remembered: I had put cannellini in a bowl to soak last night. Ha! I went to the orange tree and picked dessert. And to the kale patch and got a big bunch. A big bunch. A fine dinner. As fine as can be. Almost as good as a hamburger.
I think that a good hamburger is as fine a food as ever was. But you must understand that a lot of people who emigrate to the U.S. arrive thinking that hamburgers are the devil’s food. I have known several whose mothers told them to promise to never eat a hamburger. A friend, Cicero (Brazilians often have names of famous people. I have known a Washington and a Jefferson, too.) and I worked together at his printing plant in San Francisco. Often his wife would make Brazilian food. Always including rice and beans. Cooked for hours. Meat the same way. With lots of salt. Anyway, one day I tried to convince Cicero to go with me to get a hamburger. I told him I would buy. And that if he did not like it, he did not have to eat it. He ate two.
All that to let you know how good the beans were tonight.
Walk well. God is love.
