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Well, it’s Saturday morning and I was looking forward to a leisurely breakfast. We decided to stay here this weekend so I rummaged around in the pantry for something to cook up. I found a drum of grits with just enough for a bowl. And as I came back into the kitchen, it slipped out of my hands and white powdery grits fell all over the floor, including between the floor boards. So, after eyeing the broom, I got out the vacuum cleaner and swept it up.

Second try, I found some old-fashioned oatmeal which I put in a bowl and microwaved while I went about putting the odds and ends that were on the kitchen counter away. It was still runny after the first attempt so I ran it again. This time when I opened up the microwave, the watery oatmeal had spilled all over the glass tray. No oatmeal for breakfast, I thought, as I took the tray out and cleaned it thoroughly under the running faucet.

Each time this happened, I asked myself silently, what am I supposed to learn from this? My patience was worn pretty thin by this time but I kept on going. Before I had started with the grits, I’d been looking online for little snacks to make for tonight’s Patriots playoff game–and had come across the concept of quesadillas. Read the rest of this entry »