"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."
Dr. Adrian Rogers 1931-2005
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

People, Food and Bookcovers or Something

I thought about my produce purchases today and had some thoughts that jump around like the title~ First off, I never even heard of Cilantro as a kid(number 1). I use cilantro nearly every single day of my life now, but had no idea it existed for the first half of my life. I use it fresh, dried and cooked.

For tomatoes(number 2), I never knew you could cook(sear) them on a comal(griddle) to peel the skins off. I learned how to do this when Bill made salsa, and it never occurred to him that he was doing anything unique. Tomatoes are also another daily item. Salsa is a daily additive to foods, as well as sliced tomatoes with salt and pepper on them. As a little girl, I only had tomatoes on sandwiches or ketchup.

Avocados(number 3) are another daily item. No I do not have guacamole made every day. Bill loves avocados on his egg burritos in the morning. Sliced and simply placed on the eggs and rolled up in a burrito-nothing else). Some afternoons Bill will eat an avocado in a folded tortilla with a bit of salt on it. I cannot recall anyone eating avocados when I was small, although I am sure that we had avocados in the house.

And finally the cucumbers(number 4). We ate cucumbers-pickled, sweetened or raw, but never how we eat them now. On the farm, we slice the cucumber and squeeze lemon or lime juice on them and then add chili powder, salt and mix. The kids love this and I love to sample as I prepare the cucumber snack(what I call this recipe).

As I thought about these four simple foods I thought the foods are like people. Some of us are obviously something like the tomato and therefore most of us will only think ketchup-when in truth they are so so incredibly amazing in so many other ways, that type casting the tomato has done a grave disservice to the tomato as well as any one that enjoys salsa.

Others of us are clearly an herb, but as to what herb-is anyone's guess and so once again we are missed out for being a delightful spice in life and ignored because no one knows how to use us.

And yet others are easily recognizable and easily used and so the box is never breached. Cucumbers are pickled and avocados are for guacamole. This is yet another way we loose out when we see others. When we box a person in by something we are certain is the perfect place for them we miss the world and more.

I read a blog by a woman who is much like the cucumber. She is placed in a box on first impressions and therefore many people never discover that she is something far greater than the pickle(not hating on the pickle). As I hope she reads this post I will not delve too deeply into her identity aside from saying that our bookcover was not designed by us. Some have been able to augment the cover because of plastic surgery, but our exterior body is a direct result of genetics and living in a sin filled world thousands of years from the ideal creation.

How and with what we fill the pages of our book is up to us. Whether one decides to open the book is up to the depth of the other. It is not a reflection upon us, regardless of how personal it feels. And for the record I prefer the beat up, dogeared pages of a well read book far more than a book with a perfect cover, just as I prefer learning how to use a tomato in as many ways as possible and not only as ketchup...

what about you?