The sun sets on another day…
Sunset faded into the clouds, but the day was better. After several not so good days today had promise. I know without a doubt I will get it right in the next few.
So I like to cook. Well, I like to cook but I tend not to write down recipes. I build it in my head and remember. There are a lot of things I should write down that I have created, but in the end, I cook them so who would I be writing for? (Yeah yeah, for my kids and anyone interested, I will do it) Anyway, as I finished the third batch of not quite good enough Brazilian cheese bread I smiled to myself. Yes, that may not make sense, but it might too. I make my beast meals after a few failures of the recipe.
Who cares, right? Well, we can apply that almost anywhere. A good meal did not just magically appear. No one set out to eat an Oyster, but we found a way to make them taste almost good. (lol) No one gets it right the first time unless they are playing it way to safe, and then you have to ask, did they succeed? When you look at it in one light, every failure is a step towards success. More likely failure is a success in progress (Not mine, look it up). Now matter how you slice it, you will not succeed without feeling the bitter sting of failure.
Why though? Why let failure sting. Why not rejoice in failure. As a fun movie once said, from failure we learn, from success not so much. With that in mind, I will keep mincing garlic, and finding unique was to use tapioca starch until I get it right, and then, I will have solved another of life’s almost mysteries: How to take a dozen recipes and distill them to one that tastes just right.
So as the sun sets on another day, let’s keep moving forward. Let’s overcome anything that tries to slow us down, and as we do, lets find a better meatball, a more perfect tasting fudge, and a new way of seeing the world, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and try to smile…