on a happier note

After some serious beratement from one of my readers I suppose the tone of my blog has somewhat diverged from the obviously eclectic view on life bread making religion and rambling or wandering through the maize of life. I suppose I did get somewhat caught up in the topical, which i suppose has little value other than magnifying what we all feel

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to say where to now, we cannot say what si the next loaf, where will it come from. Breading our way through life, we kneed and kneed or should it be need some meaning in life?
or is that we need some remaining in life, I suppose bread or dough is a good place to start but suppose the yeasty kind. The other is only the one that confounds us.
I have been contemplating what next?
and I suppose some grammar ..

yes for the other reader that complained about the grammer .. I will attempt to capitalise and add in a little grammer to make the streaming of babble a little more coherent..

but the cheese and corn will never leave that we can be certain off.

it seems like stream of consciousness is not for everyone, the cyberpunk seems to have left a whole lot of us. but Is suppose many of us never got it in our flight through the generation we all called x even though many of preceded or came after it, the chances being that most of the readers would have preceded it by more than a few hours :-) suppose we mostly fit somwhere inbetween the yuppies and whatever else they call us.

suppose the next plan is another egg and milk loaf, but the search is on for a recipe ..

to the more eclectic notion of existence, I feel a stirring towards that which could best be contrived as some form of spiritual longing, this could be some form of sub conscious effort to find some meaning in the chaos and randomness in our daily life. I doubt there are many of us who do not go through this thought a number of times a day, dont confuse what i am saying with some form of organized or disorganized religion. It is rather the notion that a part of our brain requires an unanswerable enigma to base our daily existence on.

I mostly wonder how bread making came into existence, the gue that binds cultures together through history, appologies if this is a repition of somethign that has past before us. But honestly have you not ever wondered why people discovered how to make certain foods, where the base ites came from, I think there may only be very few of the archeologically or hsitorical relics left in the bread world as we know it. a friend of ours once told me of his visit to ethiopia .. damn that was a difficult word.. about some bread that they bake in the sun.. pretty tough and wild.

In this time of darkness i do suppose there is hope even though we wander through the shadow of the economic valley of desolation...
This brought me to somethings i was questioning a little while ago, mostly pertaining to the quality of life and the measurement thereof? I wonder how we can msot effectivly measure the quality of our lives as we live it, is it the quality of our wealth, the measurement of our frienships or relationships with those around us, is it the interactions we have in the maize of humanity or should I rather say the un known humanity, is it the taste of the first cup off coffee in the morning, is it the smell of freshly baking bread, the taste of the bread, the simple things the taste of bread with balsamic vinager, with olive oil, natural olives bulging with the taste of the sun, dust a taste of history. have you ever wondered how on earth people came to start eating olvies that is something close to the twilight zone for all of those wo have ever tasted a raw olive. a food so filled with history and heritage. Is it the smell of fresh basil, the red of a simple tomatoe paste, the tang of the sauce. Is it in the moment of the wine slowly dying on the vine capturing the sun the dust the salt the sugar into something sublime brining us closer to the earth we are so much part of. somthing as perfect as a grilled chicken, the taste of a simple roti, the exotic taste of sushi. do you ever ask your self the question on the value of your days interactions, I must admit i have learnt more and more to appreciate the moments of interactions with those arround us. Sometime ago i heard something that in some ways resonated very well with me, not that it is something that I could partake in but it still touched me. many or some of the more primitive cultures gave blessing and gratitude for the life thay were consuming, I dont believe that this should be confused with saying grace or blessigns for food, this is a subtely more integral part of their daily existence, something done with the origin and relationship these people shared with the items they took in as food. I think sometimes we forget to appreciate that which is laid down before us,
in this mad rush of an existance we call culture we often look past the simple graces we receive, I think it would be best to leave it there else i may sprout a tirade of intenseness :-) that would not be appreciated by all the readers of this blob ..

But i suppose at best we shold look at things at their face value, attempt to see the best in people to apprecuate the bread laid down our plate, the simple items that make our life enjoyable. Is it the seconds and minutes we should cherrish or not? simple moments are what make up our day.

On a tangential thought when is art art, when is food art?

Is their beauty in food is there art in food, in the same way is there art in the lines painted on the raod, is this all not a question of perspective and perception.
Is wine an art form, for some it amy appear that the appreciation is an art form :-) for others the wine is the art form.

why is it that the perpetual hamsterization of lives drives into a place where we cannot accept the minor highpoints of our day, yes that is an oxymoron I do admit that. But what weight does the taste of the first sip of coffee have in your day, one would hope that you are appreciating the aroma, the taste and the texture of the nectar of the ethiopians ... damn those ethiopians keep popping up .. next it will be the albanians .. now there is a race? but to become more eclectic, can we measure our day based on these micro moments of joy as apposed to the mad rat race we live in. the wonder of the snurise for the few moments we let our eyes slip away from the wheel driving to work at the crack of dawn, the wonders of mist and haze the sunlight breaking through and painting pictures in front of our eyes.