Spending Wednesdays: Warm up you Wednesdays

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Warm up you Wednesdays

And so I'll try.

It's been a while since I've been here, but I was reading a listed on my 'Blogs I follow' (being Wednesday and all I thought I'd check out my blog - hoping for the motivation it would take to lay one finger on a key and press, then another and another) and came across "Local Food" a blog by Molly Watson in the Bay Area. It had a delicious nudge of a suggestion to warm up my Wednesday.

This got me thinking about my favorite dishes. Many of them, I have to say, have potatoes and cabbage somewhere in there. How lovely that Molly's recipe today, Wednesday, is a cabbage AND potato casserole - how perfect.

I have all the fixings, sans the pancetta. Since this dish has a vegetarian option, I suppose I could have made this dish today. Except I'd just had dinner an hour before I laid eyes on this recipe (don't ask what I'm doing looking at recipes one hour after eating). Besides, I have issues. Kitchen issues. I don't have an oven and my DeLonghi counter-top oven is too small to make anything of real substance. So I just stood there, letting images of cabbage and potatoes dance through my head.

Kitchen issues and all, this recipe fortified my belief about Wednesday, it's a recipe I can rest my case on: tell me when was the last time you were told you should Warm up your Thursday, or Warm up your Monday. No. I'll bet you haven't. Wednesday is much more poetic, the week's pocket to nestle time for comfort and reflection. And a bowl of cabbage potato casserole is perfectly suited for a Wednesday in my book.

I will stop by the Italian deli tomorrow (I really need to find a good one in my neck of the woods) for some pancetta - I'm going to see what warming up my Thursday feels like. So, if you warm up a Thursday, and there's no one there to share it with, does it mean it didn't happen? Hmmm, I wonder.

I'm not giving up on Wednesday - Wednesday is still my IT day. I'm sure it will make me stronger in my belief. Mostly I'm just cajoling myself into trying this recipe - and I can't wait until next Week. I've got to know. It just sounds so good.

So, now I have my topic for next Wednesday -- my hunt for pancetta and a new recipe.

Cool.

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Dichos of the Week, or Month or so...

December 2008:
Como eres, era. Como soy, seras

Literally: As you are, I was. As I am, you shall be.

This dicho calls in the wisdom, experience or age of the speaker of the dicho (similar in their universal truth to proverb), and is best illustrated by a story.

When I was young, stupid and cocky, I challenged or mocked something my mom did (since I was all of 14 and knew everything). She told me "Como eres, era. Como soy, seras." I was often frustrated with her use of dichos because I didn't always understand them, or how they applied to the situation at hand. I remember being puzzled by this one, and asked her to explain it. By way of explanation, she told me this story:

One day, in her her pueblo of La Barca, Jalisco, in the the mid 1930's, she and a childhood friend, a young boy, the school prankster and trouble maker, were running, anxious to get to the Plaza - they were late in getting out of church and they didn't want to miss a thing.

It was Sunday, and as in most pueblo's in Mexico, especially in her day, gathering at the Plaza was the big Sunday thing to do - everyone was there. On their way, cutting through the narrow sidewalks, they came upon an old man, walking slowly on his way somewhere, on the same side of the sidewalk. His pace forced them to slow down. Frustrated and impatient, the young boy began mocking the old man for not moving fast enough, for being old and frail "un obstaculo" with the audacity to keep them from getting to the Plaza.

Instead of getting angry, the old man stopped, calmly turned to the young boy, looked him firmly in the eyes and said "Como eres, era. Como soy seras." Nothing more.

This stopped the boy cold. The sting of the words he'd just flung at the old man had been turned against him. The shame for what he had just done was obvious. He recognized the warning the old man had just given him: careful, you'll be an old man one day - you will be me, behave accordingly. The young boy politely asked the old man's "Permiso" to get around him, which the old man gladly gave. The rest of the walk to the Plaza was quiet. My mom told me that her friend changed that day; he matured.

That experience stayed with my mom forever. She learned the power of words. She could never forget the immediate shift in attitude, both in the old man, and her friend. She told me it was one of the wisest things she ever heard, and it shaped how she went through life.

My mom's story stayed with me, shaped how I view, gave me a different way to understand the law of consequences, natural laws - and it gave me a love of dichos and their many uses.

This dicho is one of my favorites.

I have not been able to find English versions, similar in impact and applications, but here are some contemporary equivilants, or near equivilants - though much less poetic:

Been there, done that; Reap what you sow; I wasn't born yesterday; I've been around the block a few times; Stop and smell the roses; What youth is used to, age remembers.

November 2008:
De medico, musico, poeta, y loco, todos tenemos un poco

Literally: Of doctor, musician, poet and madman, we all have a little.

This dicho or Spanish saying, refers to the healer, poet, musician and madman that lives within each of us. We are all, whether we admit it or not, at any given moment, renaissance men and women.

Or, maybe we're just jacks of all trades, master of none?

Spending Wednesdays

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Warm up you Wednesdays

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