There was a chef I loved once.
He taught me to eat. You may scoff at such a necessity, but he truly did.
My parents had sent me to finishing school to learn how to use a knife, fork and place a napkin on my lap.
My chef taught me to taste; to experience food; to close my eyes and just eat without prejudice.
Many people enjoy some of the finest restaurants, but no matter where they are they always order the steak, or the fish, or the chicken.
There is nothing wrong with your choice. Part of being present in the moment is being willing to try new things, new tastes, new experiences. The discovery of Epicurean delights is a taurian paradise.
I am not suggesting that you become Anthony Bourdain.
But I do recommend that if you are ever in Perth ... drop in at Harvest Restaurant, Freemantle.
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About Me
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- Preacher's Kid ... I'm not bitter! When I was nineteen I was living across the street from the church I was attending. I was watching the elderly congregation file in for the morning service. I was struck with the realisation that there were generations of people already here before Christ, doing the right thing by God. The sick feeling of being part of another generation of pharasies more concerned with outward holiness than heart and humanity awakened me. Mine is a prodigal story. Returning to faith, knowing I needed God ... does not mean wearing church culture. Before giving me your doctrine - read the gospels. As said by Mahatma Gandhi “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
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1 comment:
I [heart] Bourdain, but even he has limits as to what he likes, but he will try just about everything. There is another guy on t.v. here in the states who eats just outlandish things... it makes me ill.
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