Today I love talking about pie shells with people who get pie shells and how thin the line is between good and not so good. I love discussing the merits of means of measuring and the tricks there are to using up left over pastry. I love that there are people who take it as seriously as I do. I love baking and I love that I know better than to try to do that for a living because I’ve lived long enough to know that every time I’ve tried to make a living from something I love I’ve grown to resent the obligation of it and that must never happen to baking. I love that people enjoy what I bake, because in the end it was done for them. I love that yesterday I delivered banana bread to the club for the big bonspiel today and got to talk with Doug about pastry and see the pies he made for today’s big ruckus at the rink. I love that today I’m making a pie for tomorrow night’s regular curling because we’re doing Valentine’s Day desserts for our after curling snacks. I love that yesterday someone slipped me a recipe for Chinese Egg Tarts that have a neat garnish and flavoring to them and I’m thinking I’d like to give those a try.
Today I love that it’s snowing very lightly and seems like the kind of day that one might call February-ish. I love that there is also the perfect sort of Thursday feeling to this day and so it is the perfect sort of February Thursday type of day, all slightly snowy and silver grey with the feel of winter and the sense of a week gathering quiet energy in order to end with the flourish of a Friday. I love that weeks always seem to do that, start out grumbling and slow and end with a flash of finality that becomes the weekend even though the last weekday isn’t even over. And I love that if you listen real close, smell the air really carefully, look closely at the quality of the light all around, you can sense the slow building up to the end of the week coming, all through Thursday.
Today I love doing small things that make big things possible, like when you submit a grant application with the click of a mouse button, or buy a lottery ticket on a lark, or drop a letter professing your love to someone into the mailbox, or apply for a new job, and then, nothing might change or everything might, but until it does or doesn’t, you are Schrödinger’s cat, except you’re very much alive, you just might be wealthy in so many ways, or you might end up being wealthy in experience.
Today I love sipping coffee and waiting for Schrödinger to open all the boxes and see which one I might be in.