Pause for a moment and just enjoy. Savor the moment. Savor the flavor of life. Enjoy the flavor of something as much as you can by eating or drinking it slowly. I sipped my coffee, savoring every mouthful. Tasted so good.
Jason in his tee, shorts and slippers eases back in his chair to enjoy the moment of a new day. “I enjoy my time on the deck savoring the sunrise. The birds begin to chirp. I hear them, do you hear? There’s a lark that sings every morning for me. The sparrows jump from limb to limb, then they perch on the fence to begin a new day, you see them? A blue jay, with feathers of blue and white, just dropped down to the ground. He is already attacking the cat. He does this every day. A mockingbird is rustling through the leaves and brush on the ground, do you see it? Take a look, John. Here’s my binoculars. Look up there. A bluebird, another one, sings a song to me. I’m a bird watcher. This is my morning delight.”
John replied, “I hear them. I see them. Never noticed before. I’m out the door in a rush. Never take the time to slow down. Marie is good to me, but she gets in the way. I don’t have time for her. She wants me to embrace her for a moment. I’ve done it. She gets so emotional. I don’t have time for her nonsense.”
Jason thinking to himself, He’s married to his work. That’s all he does, work. I’m sure she has thought about…well I won’t say it. A woman needs tender loving care.
“Well, I’ve got to go, Jase. The bird show was interesting. You’re retired. The way things are going, I’ll never retire. I hope you and Edith have time to savor the moment,” said John with a wink as he left out the door.
“Here darling, fresh cinnamon twirls right out of the oven. Iced and buttered just for my man. Enjoy, savor the flavor,” said Edith. “Maybe later to have and to hold?” said Jason. “Maybe later,” said Edith with a smile.
Rap, rap, rap. “Well, what a surprise. How are you today, Marie?” “I just made this peppered omelet, It’s still hot. Would you like it? It was for John. As you know, he’s always in a hurry going somewhere, but really nowhere with us. No appreciation whatsoever. He doesn’t savor the moment,” said Marie.
“Have a seat, my friend. You and I can enjoy the omelet. I’ll cut it in half. Coffee? It’s hazelnut. Love the taste. I savor every sip. Here you go, dear. And fresh fruit, chilled from the fridge. Apples and oranges. Like? “Indeed, I do.” “How about one of each? Have your pick. Fresh from the market,” said Edith holding the bowl for Marie to choose.
“Let’s see, a Washington State, and a sunshine orange from the groves of Florida. Nothing like them,” said Marie. “Yes, indeed. Only the best for you. You said Washington, then you’ll have Washington. Florida citrus is the best. Have a little sunshine.” Edith thinking to herself, Actually, these are from Pennsylvania and California. Amish country and Pleasant Valley Ranch. Both organic. The very best. Glad I noticed and removed the small oval labels. One with Amish on the apple, and the orange labeled California. She won’t know the difference. But she will taste the difference.
“Marie, just thinking, there is a solution. It worked with Jason after he retired. He was so grumpy and restless. All of a sudden he was doing nothing, where he was doing something. He worked all the time, just like John. But I found a way to soften him up. See on this sheet, chocolate chips. One hard, the other soft. How did I turn a hard cookie into a soft cookie? It has to do with the ingredients. For a hard cookie, add extra flour. It stiffens the dough. A double dose of brown sugar will make a soft and chewy cookie. It depends on which you prefer.”
“Hmm, you think I can make John into a soft cookie?” “Yes you can. Add extra sugar and he will melt in your hand. Here’a what you do, simply pamper him. If he comes home stressed, draw a pleasant warm shower for him. Give him time and let him savor his shower. When he steps out, be there for him. Have a soft towel for him. Next ingredient, pat him dry. We may be moving a little fast with this recipe. Just hand him the towel. Later, you can pat him dry. Savor the moment with him. He will begin to like it.”
“Edie, you are so inventive. Thank you for the recipe.” “You will notice the difference in him and he will feel the difference. Give him time to soften up. Don’t want to rush, let him enjoy the moment with himself. We all need that time. That’s what I did and Jason is a new man. One last thing that is universal about men, feed them well. The way to their hearts is how much sugar you add to the dough. Sweeten him up for a flavor to savor. He will savor the flavor with you.”