Ode to Butter
I was in Barbados. In a cab. I get friendly on a beautiful island (or any new place on Earth) far away from dreary Michigan winter. I asked my cab driver what was in season and what to look for at the farmer's market.
"Cassava", he said.
Not my usual food staple.
I got curious: "What is it? How do you prepare it?"
He was excited to tell me (apparently, cassava is soul food for Bajan people, like beets for Russians):
"I peel it, cut it in bite size pieces, then I cook it in water... Then I add butter."
I thought of sun chokes I love to make and chimed in: "Mmmm, or maybe I could toss it with olive oil and parsley...?"
"Sure," - he said, "but cassava is better with butter."
"Well, everything is better with BUTTER," - I said.
1/2 a minute passed. Then in the front mirror I saw an ear-to-ear grin widen my driver's face:
"I like it," - he shook his finger. "Everything is better with butter".
Yes, everything is.
I left that cab with arms full of cassava he had just picked up from a farmer and shared with me.
In every cuisine - there is butter (some call it ghee, fat, oil, or lard). A common ingredient that makes all food taste good.
Just like Breath makes every yoga pose feel good.
Just like Joy makes every connection all right.
Just like Love makes every action - an Act of God.
Everything is better with BUTTER. Smear it on. Better yet - just cut think chunks and pave your butter croissant with them.
My friends laugh at me for how much butter I put on my toast - and all I say is the Truth:
"I do like me a little bread with my butter". I go for the universal ingredient, one that makes it all good.
Not here to prove anything to anybody. And no one needs to understand me. I only need to understand myself. In the end, it's all about Me (=You?), my (=your?) Self, and God. This page is only a sharing of little moments of connection, for your reading pleasure if you wish.