Saturday, April 18, 2015

Express Yourself, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

I'm so impressed by how people come to New York from every country and learn the language and just get at it.  Accomplishments of immigrants are vast, yet not acknowledged much.  They are more expected and accepted as 'what you do'.  I have half-heartedly tried to learn Spanish through the years dozens of times and failed miserably, even seemed to regress a bit, not even able to curse.  At my job there is such diversity in our consumer base.  Hearing every type of accent all day long and walks of life, people communicating their needs in all levels of ability.   I am in constant awe.  That is when I'm not hating on everything.
I am fascinated with the art of communication too but have my own handicaps with conventional means.  I fear the phone somehow and even have a slight phobia with calling people I love.  I love writing but people are busy and don't have time to read my nonsense half the time.  I like talking with close friends but in the flesh and when we really have time to get into it.  I'm not good with small talk.  I like to show how I feel through pictures and music, movies and my favorite, food.
Food is the international language.  Even in pictures of meals, I see what is happening - there is a story in the dish or the pot.  And for me, it's such a treat to see someone else's plate. This morning an extra warm embrace was needed for breakfast and nothing harsh would do.  The day had to be met with a soft cloud of comfiness.  Fresh boiled tomatillo sauce blended with an avocado and a little greek yogurt to temper the heat of the jalapenos.  Poached eggs on top like pillows to rest my weary mind.  This pretty much said it all for me.


And then I was prepared to enjoy this beautiful day and appreciate good things like colors and flowers and blue skies!  All because I relayed an easy calm meal to start it.







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