making food while hungry.

I never thought I would be able to cook. Living in an ethnocentric world, the man never did anything or even ventured to go into the kitchen. However, I began my adventure by looking into the fridge and pantry.

Started with some chicken sausage, chopped onions, zucchini, and a can of diced tomatoes. Again my eyes looked through what we had and started throwing some things together. As that was being sauteed on the pan with some olive oil, I threw in some red pepper from Aleppo, salt, and of course it's significant other pepper. Added a middle eastern touch of cumin and garlic, and half a lemon squeezed for some more flavor.

The flavors were great. The juices of the sausage and the veggies blended so well. The spices of course brought the heat but it was pleasant to eat.

I was in a zone that I've never experienced.

zero three. zero eight. two zero one zero.

This is a whole new world for me.

I'm not the greatest writer.

So my descriptions may not be best by words but maybe through word pictures or through the lens.

An insignificant encounter that may be significant.

As I was sitting on an uncomfortable wooden stool, getting my phone fixed at Apple, an elderly man sat down next to me. He had an ipod still in the case. His tie matched his shirt. His teeth weren't the best things to look at. Very tall. As we sat, I waited for the techie to help me out, he waited to be oriented into the world of Apple. We started chatting.

Why not ask, because for some reason it looked like he was a newbie at the whole Apple experience, "Is that your first ipod?" "Yes." After the small talk of why I'm there-why he's there, etc. It actually felt like we were at a doctor's office. Anyway we began chatting about our professions, at the end of it he shared, "we have to take time to smell the flowers." Something that I remembered from a few years back, which I used to say and think.

I hope as you journey in life, you take time to smell the roses with the people around you.