Yesterday we feasted.  But I didn’t want to write about it last night… because I wanted to make sure nothing was coming back to haunt us.

What… you ask?  Could possible come back… or more to the point.. come back UP?

Well… Sushi for one.  Sushi that made a car trip all the way up from Cincinnati on a hot day.  That’s what.    Oh….I did not care.  I ate that Sushi like it was going out of style.  I love the little rice-wrapped-swimmers.

A lot of people won’t even try this little delicacy.  Probably because of the “raw fish” deal.   Or maybe it is the name.  Literally, sushi means “sour-tasting”, a reflection of its historic fermented origins.  But it isn’t  really that at all…. these days.

But enough of the fish story.  We had the kids over… both generations.  We swam first… then feasted.  As with all feasts….hungers and preferences…..  to each it was…. their own.

Now.. Titus had the most interesting plate of anyone, I think.  He was totally entrenched in pounding down a combination of Cheese Puffs, strawberries, pretzel-roll-bread with butter, and pineapple… with an occasional bit of medium-rare steak.

Every once in a while… his eyes would glaze over and he would slip into a state of semi-consciousness.  All of this…. BEFORE the ice cream.   The rest of us were a little more main stream.  Steak and Chicken Kabobs, Potato Salad, Rolls, Fruit and such.  And of course… all of the Sushi.

Yes… that is one thing which is so much fun about a good spread of food.  To each it is his own.  And that is one of the best things about being a human.  Our ability to choose.    Say, perhaps… you like cole slaw on pepperoni pizza.  Who is to say that is SO wrong?

Thankfully…..  Most of us…here in this country… can choose freely.

And hopefully… we respect the rights of others …. to do just that.  Choose freely.  In all aspects of our lives.

So here is to being you.  And here is to being me.   Whatever we each shall be.

And if you like strawberries with your Cheese Puffs…. so be it.  Stain On.
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“Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.”  –   Henry David Thoreau
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“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection”  –  Anais Nin
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“When birds burp, it must taste like bugs.”   –   Bill Watterson
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