This is going to ramble. Given that just about everything else is blossoming, burgeoning, and — achoo! — producing pollen, this seems appropriate.
Encomnium on Double Pork Chops
O Muse, sing of gifts that keep on giving, and meals shared that result in many more meals afterwards…. Once upon a time, there was a splendid family dinner at a nearby restaurant. We don’t get to see these cousins very often, so, yes, the meals were more than we’d ordinarily spend on a dinner. But that double pork chop was not just delicious that one night for one person. There were five servings from the chop and side dishes, and then Word made wonderful chili using the meaty bones we’d stored in the freezer. The other entreé brought home lasted several meals as well, so I think it all turned out to be a remarkably frugal, as well as delicious set of choices.
Cue Jefferson Starship
Or don’t, but that’s what I heard one evening last week as I was looking up at the glow of young green leaves erupting on the Tulip tree near the church. The black of the branches, the grey of the clouded sky, and green spring green…. “Nothin’s gonna stop us now!“
While I might want to live in a William Morris space, where things were useful and beautiful, I have to confess that a lot of the useful things are not nearly as lovely as an outsider might like, and there are lovely things hidden away because they don’t have a purpose. For example, the Dansk sugar bowl, or heirloom china that forms a service I’m never likely to perform. We don’t put sugar in beverages, usually, so unless we’re baking or mixing something up, the sugar can very well sit in its little paper bag or in the gasketed Saccharum jar.
There is a crystal sugar bowl that does get regular use. It holds the Advil, and sits on the microwave, next to the pharmaceutical-quality glass mortar and pestle set, which typically holds a head of garlic.
My life requires tea and coffee, but tea/coffee cups are ornamental things — give me a mug, and please let it be safe for use in the aforementioned microwave [not a thing of beauty, and I don’t think some steampunk aesthetic surround system would solve that problem].
But that brings me to something that came up on a polymer discussion list [“Is x crap?”] Well, does the world need more covered Bic stick pens? Did we need to cover pens with polymer in the first place? Maybe a few. Probably they’re a great form of self-expression for the people making them, and some might be easier for people to hold than the stick pen by itself. For other people, the stick pen is a cheap form of advertising, and they’re mighty handy at the Post Office for filling out forms. But because I can get a free stick pen with relatively little effort, I don’t value them terribly much. And because I don’t find writing with ball-points enjoyable, even an especially beautifully-decorated one isn’t going to attract my cash. That isn’t the fault of the person doing the decoration; it’s just a mis-match of object to audience.
What would inspire me hand over money? Hmmn. Other than food, plants, and art supplies, not much recently…..