Today for lunch, I had a sandwich prepared by my mother. I can see no other logical explanation for what occurs when my mother prepares a meal than magic. She has got to be doing something I am not seeing!
One of the definitions of Magic on Dictionary.com is:
Mag-ic: [maj-ik]
“…the art of producing a desired effect or result through the use of incantation or various other techniques that presumably assure human control of supernatural agencies or the forces of nature.”
I have tried to figure out what she does. I have stood next to her when she prepares a culinary item; be it an entire meal, a side dish or a sandwich. I have stooped lower to get down to counter—and her!—level. I get closer. I stand farther. I get my eye right down next to the food and the instant I remember that my head is in a position rendering it vulnerable to a bop, it arrives.
I recently scrutinized her preparation of a sandwich as I did when investigating a crime scene in my police reserve days:
- I observe the overall scene before me. I stood back and observed the event as a whole.
- Next I moved in closer to scrutinize the individual components.
- I looked for something out of the ordinary. Something that shouldn’t be there. In this case, some evidence of magic.
- I ate a sandwich.
I can stand next to her and use the exact same ingredients for the sandwich as does she. Onto the bread I can drizzle olive oil from the same bottle. I can use leaves from the same head of lettuce. I can slice from the same tomato. Same salami, same roast beef, same provolone packages. Same loaf of bread, for crying out loud!
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My sandwich tastes like a sandwich. The one she prepares makes my mouth sparkle as if the sandwich was imbued with some magical or Heavenly influence.
I want to believe that, when I turn away or blink, she performs some enchanted dance or, while preparing the sandwich she, under her breath, murmurs a mystical chant.
But you know what it is as well as do I. Within her sandwich is Love and I can find no better taste in this physical world.
Bill,
Awe!! I loved this. I hope you’ve had your Mom read it as well. NO ONE can love you like your Mom!! You’re right, it’s her special TLC she spreads on each and every layer of that sandwich… or whatever she is making 😉 Try as you might, you cannot replicate it…..
I hope you do realize, being a cook yourself, that there are those that can, do and will say the exact same about the special meals you’ve prepared for them throughout their lives.
Awesome read! I bet your Mom is beaming with pride 😉