“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search for truth or perfections is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life. – Lewis Mumford
I bet you can easily guess what kind of seeds come from this California poppy. — Wikimedia photo
Mystery is the Spice of Life
OK. You’re not supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth. “It’s the thought that counts and not the gift,” my mama drilled into me.
But do you know what these seeds and spices are? I think I’ve correctly guessed all but the top right. The two white ones are just special salts. — Photo by Pat Bean
I took the lesson to heart, which is probably why I get disgruntled when I hear anyone complain about something that was given them. That’s just downright rude – but then I have no problem with re-gifting as long as the giver never finds out, and one truly believes the gift is something someone else can truly use. Is this hypocritical?
That said, I’m puzzling – not complaining – over a recent gift I received from a friend. She’s a chef, and she knows I love to cook. So she gave me some special spices, individually packaged in plain white envelopes.
Then she laughed, and said that I add to figure out what the spices were.
I guess it’s a good think I love to solve mysteries.
Blog pick of the day.
Bean Pat: Story Fix http://tinyurl.com/m5cq2t2 Great blog for writers, and this post is a gem, even if you don’t like barbecue.
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Top right looks like watermelon seeds, to me. I just ordered a one pound bag of roasted salted seeds. Not exactly a spice, but that’s what it looks like.