There are certainly days when life’s fruits are bestowed upon you and, if you’re lucky, those fruits may not actually be healthy fruits but very tasty breads and sweets.
I knew my day was off to a good start when I got a message from a not-so-secret admirer to “check outside my door.” I rushed to see what awaited me and there, hanging on the door knob, was a bag filled with sausage, French toast and a muffin.
“The best part of waking up — is breakfast on your knob!” Wait, that doesn’t sound quite right …
Impressive and intuitive, not-so-secret admirer. The way to my heart is through my stomach, after all.
Shortly thereafter, I was preparing my lunch for the day. I pulled out the last chicken fillet in the bag and it was definitely heart-shaped (as you can tell from the photo above). Not only do a select (and misguided) few people love me, but my food loves me, too!
My only bit of sadness came from the thought that if the fillet had been shaped like Jesus, who I last saw taking up residence on a shovel, I could have auctioned it off on eBay for some sweet cash. Oh well. I’ll take what I can get.
I thought that would be the end of the goodies bestowed upon me for the day, but I was gravely mistaken. As I was writing this blog, I got a phone call from an old friend. She had some left-over sweet and cinnamon-y churros from lunch and wanted to bring them my way.
So yeah, I feel like I’m bragging here. But I know I’ve been fortunate today, and I want to tell the world about my luck while it lasts.
I haven’t been to the grocery store for a while, so tomorrow it will probably be three square meals of unadorned black beans. Watch out, cruel world!
To everyone who contributed — not-so-secret admirer, sacrificed chicken and old friend — thank you! (And keep it coming!)