Lunch, Again

Okay, Eve thinks at her age all of this sounds whiney, but hey, this is just one life-time. If this is her whiney life-time, so be it.

Eve cooks. She is not an instinctive cook, nor does she much follow recipes. Loosely she follows recipes. Then she wants to know how Adam likes the food, because if she were not cooking for him she might eat shrimp all the time, or potato chips and dip, or maybe just cantalope, or maybe nothing. And she is not sure she is that discriminating an eater. In many many ways in her life, she feels as if she's separated from her senses. Maybe she'll look at this later, maybe not, but she feels it comes from not focusing on her own life, from focusing instead on anybody who happens past.

Not today's discussion.

This is today's discussion: she cooks. They eat. She says, "How do you like it?" Fine means it's really good, okay means it's edible. If Adam says "okay", she wants to know what's wrong with it, because frankly, my dear, if she is going to the trouble to cook at all, she doesn't want to cook anything less than fine, but she often does because of that no instinct, no following the recipe thing. If she doesn't know it's not fine, how can she make it better? Maybe by planning and getting the ingredients and focusing while she cooks? Fine, then.

Today's lunch was green pea curry and lentils. The curry was missing several ingredients (she found the recipe twenty minutes before lunch was served) and the lentils were cooked from a recipe on the package.

"Fine," Adam said when she asked. And she had to ask. SHE HAD TO ASK, like looking at a car wreck when you slowly ease by.

She sat on the couch, eating and muttering to herself, saying something about it being a bit bland.

"Why did you ask me then?" he said, "I was going to say a little bland...". His conversation petered out.

Eve realizes Adam said 'fine' so he could eat in peace. Can you see how this puts a burden on him? He comes home for lunch and is grilled for it.

Why? Because she's doing it for him, not for herself, so what difference does her taste make? Scheesh. All those years.

Is this where she vows she 'll only cook for herself? Can't do that. She wouldn't cook. But there is something here, something important for her to know. And it has to do with focus. Her unique focus in this world of space and time from the field of oneness.

All she can think to do is watch and see if anything shakes loose.