Oh sure some people will tell you that a baby duck wears any hat
well, especially traditional hats of proud people which have been commandeered
as party hats by tequila drinking miscreant, which are often the most
rambunctious of all the breeds of miscreants, but here is the thing, yeah sure
baby ducks look good in any hat, but hat wearing is not just about looks, of
course it’s not.
Hats are also about sun protection, and sombreros leave the end
of a baby ducks bill catastrophically exposed to the sun. They’re just babies
for fuck sake. And the ugly duckling may well have grown up to be a beautiful
swan, but the duckling with the cancerous mole on it’s beak is the last to get
a piece of bread in the pond by the old folks home, and there is so much
sadness in the last sentence that I wouldn’t even know where to start
deconstructing it into even deeper truth calamities.
Although I will tell you this, ever try to go on a jog with a
baby duck in a sombrero? Well I have, and it fucking sucks. It’s always blowing
off their heads, and then they have to waddle back and grab it, and then they
end up covering way more steps than you do and win the award for best exerciser
of the day at your club. I wanted that award damn it.
The point is that one food product which often gets falsely
accused of having too many, or mysteriously sourced, animal stuffs in its make
up is the humble delicious contraption known as sausage. One form of sausage us
in Australia, among other delicious food loving nations, enjoy are sausage
rolls.
For those who don’t know what these are, I’ll tell ya – it’s
sausage meat, wrapped in pastry. Fuck yeah!!!
I was buying one today to eat for my food choice of that moment,
because it was quick, because when you buy these they are typically sitting in
a little oven box thing cooked and ready to eat right away. When you are in a
rush this is awesome. Also when you are not in a rush it’s awesome, I’ll tell
ya why – it’s sausage meat, wrapped in pastry. Fuck yeah!!!
Today though I was choosing it mostly for its speed qualities.
But then something remarkable happened, as I took my sausage roll from the
hands of the lady at the bakery, planning to eat on the run, she said something
very unexpected and profound to me…. ‘Enjoy’.
That’s it. One word. A little word. Yet a word that says so
much.
It stopped me in my tracks. I hadn’t planned on enjoying it. I
was just going to shove it into my fat face quickly and get back to work. But
inspired by her words, I still shoved it quickly into my fat face, but I also
savored the flavor, a tiny psychological change, with minimal effort, that made
all the difference and contributed heartily to today being the best of my life.
Also this turned out to be a particularly nice sausage roll
today, I don’t know why, maybe because it was sausage meat, wrapped in pastry.
Fuck yeah!!!
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