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They say one
should “eat to live” – I however, think I live to eat! I love
food. It can be meatballs or corn on the cob; it can be Crème
Brulé or lamb with rosemary – I love them all. The other day I
was enjoying a Salad Oliver. It consisted of boiled potatoes,
carrots, eggs, chopped black olives, bologna, ham, crisp bacon,
turkey and pickles, all cubed into tiny pieced and mixed in a
huge plastic bowl, together with peas and creamy mayonnaise. It
was definitely a delicacy!
As I was
savoring the scrumptious Salad Olivier my taste buds awakened
with the sweet and tangy taste of all the different
ingredients. Without any prodding, a familiar feeling emerged.
How could it be? Was this scrumptious salad really like a
book? I let my thoughts wander where they wished…
The chopped up
pieces of olives jumped up at me like the black ink that make up
the words in the book. The bright orange of the carrots and the
mellow yellow of the eggs reminded me of a setting to a story.
A setting where the sun was a giant ball of orange with threads
of yellow interwoven in the sky. Surely, this was a sunset for
little boys ending an exciting game of baseball on a warm summer
evening!
The pickles
were definitely the plot. The tangy taste reminded me of the
exciting mysteries and hidden secrets of an adventurous novel.
The flavorful juices that stirred my taste buds resembled the
awakening of my curiosity when reading a book full of suspense
and adventure. The chopped up bits of meats, like people, were
certainly the characters with different shapes, sized, colors,
and personalities! The bacon was definitely the hero – crisp
and yet bold with taste. The bologna was a child – soft, and
tender; the cold turkey obviously the villain in the story –
cold and wimpy. Oh yes, the meats were definitely the
characters.
The potatoes
were the front and back covers to the book.
They were tough and held their composure as the covers would to
a book. Finally, creamy mayonnaise was what bound the entire
book.
The answer to
my question was clear: my Salad Olivier WAS food for thought.
Like a good book, it nourished my mind, stimulated my senses,
and left me asking for more! |
