it’s not really a weekend at the lake house
with a group of friends
finds whatever they can
late at night
to saw through the plastic
and chop off a chunk of something in the kitchen.
“midnight happiness is eating at 2am”
*Jean Piaget (1896-1980) in his office.
Shout out to all those who didn’t tidy their office before the start of the school year.
“simple solutions seldom are. it takes a very unusual mind to undertake analysis of the obvious.”
-alfred north whitehead
*Piaget’s (1936) theory of cognitive development explains how a child constructs a mental model of the world. He disagreed with the idea that intelligence was a fixed trait, and regarded cognitive development as a process which occurs due to biological maturation and interaction with the environment.
credit: modern language association
(not me, but a tiny brit/ fellow lover of butter,
who began by trying to make pancakes with his brother,
before it all went happily off the rails
and he ended up
covered in butter with a butter shampoo.)
when in maine….
apparently the warm, melted butter
was waiting to ambush me
it went perfectly
with everything I ate
due to my obvious positive response
and unapologetic joy
they just kept serving me
things that could go with it
and at one point
(I didn’t even notice)
the protective bib I was wearing
somehow fell off and was under the table
and I found myself
quite literally covered in melted butter
from the tips of my fingers
to just above my elbows
with collateral damage all around
and it was magnificent.
It took me years to figure out that you don’t fall into a tub of butter, you jump for it.
image credit: Dailymail.co.uk, menshealth.com
morning yoga at the farmers’ market.
what I passed as I drove by
on my way to get bagels.
it’s all about balance.
some days it’s yoga and organic veggies
in the morning light.
other days it’s drinking a latte
and eating a chocolate chip bagel
with whipped cream cheese
while wearing the yoga pants you woke up in.
“extremes are easy. strive for balance.”
while many kids of my era ate glue, paste, chalk, and crayons
i was busy with my own unusual eating habits
because we played outside for hours and hours
in the fields and open spaces of our neighborhood
most every day
i supplemented by ‘indoor diet’
with my own outdoor natural food diet
often consisting of:
pulp from a freshly fallen tree stump
rich, black, loamy soil
and baby ants.
not sure why i was drawn to each of these things
or why or how i stayed healthy
must have been all of the snow i ate in the winter months
but i’ve learned not to eat baby ants
and i’ve since moved on to chocolate, pasta, and flamin’ hot cheetos
apparently i was one of the original clean eaters
quite by accident.
“eat food. not too much. mostly plants.”
-michael pollan -‘in defense of food: an eater’s manifesto’