Sunday, March 27, 2016
Existential Easter
It occurs to me that if Christ is risen today, he will likely behave like the groundhog when it sees its own shadow and quickly trot back underground for at least another six weeks. There are times, many and ever increasing times, gentle readers of blahdeblahblah, that I find that despair seems like the only rational reaction to the world. The American presidential campaign is an ongoing source of horror with so many of my fellow Americans behaving despicably. Today, of course, there is the horrific slaughter of so many Pakistanis who just wanted to have a nice day in the park and instead they're blown up. It's so wrong. Just. So. Wrong. Were there a bright side, and there's not, there can't be, it would be at least on this particular day my government wasn't directly responsible. That's less than cold comfort. The sense that there is nothing I can do--that, it seems, anyone can do to stop the horror--is, as I hint, pretty close to overwhelming. And Scott tells me that the sort of scheme I propose, in which all the people who want to kill someone are sent to live with each other well separated from those who just want to live in peace, that sort of scheme so rarely turns out well. In fact, he asked if I hadn't read The Gulag Archipelago.
But, by gosh, I watched a lot of Shirley Temple movies in my youth and, by gum, I've got pluck. Rather than filling my pockets with stones and head to the Duwamish, I send money. And, between rain showers, I sit in the yard and look at the flowers and birds.
I spread out a load of warm sheets and towels fresh from the dryer for Gradka to snuggle into.
And, most of all, I make gingerbread. I pay absolutely no attention to those negative Nellies who warn against raw eggs, and I lick the spatula, and I ask myself why I don't make gingerbread more often. It's quick; it's easy; it's made with ingredients most of us in our comfortable middle-class American homes have on hand. Here's the recipe:
In a large bowl, sift:
1 1/2 cups flour
1/4 t. baking soda
1/4 t. salt
1 1/2 t. cinnamon
1 1/2 t. ginger
1/2 t. cloves
Put into blender and blend until smooth:
2 eggs
1/2 c. molasses
1/2 c. sour milk*
1/2 c. shortening
1/2 c. white sugar
*You can sour milk by adding a spoon or so of vinegar or lemon juice to fresh milk
Pour the contents of the blender into the bowl with the sifted dry ingredients. Stir until smooth (a wire whisk works well). Shift contents of bowl into a greased 8-inch square pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 - 30 minutes, or until the center is solid and it looks like gingerbread.
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When I ran across one of those stupid internet questions recently along the lines of "If there were ONE thing in all of human history you had the power to erase, what would it be?", my *immediate* thought was, "The invention of organized religions" on the theory it would reduce suffering beyond measure. Sadly, it wouldn't eliminate all of the non-religious-based destruction. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI suggest avoiding the news for a time. Or making lots more gingerbread. I also suggest retaining hope, during this presidential election circus, in the power of the impeachment process. Nothing *has* to last four years.
I spent Easter Sunday at the Reptile Zoo in Monroe, admiring cold-blooded animals. They seemed quite nice compared to humans.
I didn't really mean to delete Scott's reply to your comment; I find blogger's language a little misleading. I enjoyed your reptile zoo post. Possibly, one thing I *fear* is four years of impeachment proceedings; the talk was fun with Nixon but I was younger then. The whole Lewinski thing just made me tired.
DeleteI didn't notice you deleted it -- what, you mean you didn't remove it on purpose, because he impolitely countered my blithe solution to world problems with silly facts? Of course, I said "suffering", not "war", the first being a bit more encompassing.
DeleteLet's all relax and hope that Obama is correct in his surmise that The Donald will never be POTUS. And if not, think of all the fun the late-night comics will have.
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ReplyDeleteMore ginger always relieves despair! Add candied ginger, and ginger fresh grated, drink some intense ginger beer while the bread bakes, or make a ginger cheesecake instead, or
ReplyDeleteHave you had the ginger biscuits from Besalu? They're very fine. A Moscow Mule isn't to be sneeze at either. Just avoid gins-gins.
DeleteI have not had the ginger biscuits from Besalu! Something to look forward to. Say, I may head over to West Seattle some fine sunny day soon, but it might be a Thursday or a Friday. Do you ever take a random weekday off work?
DeleteYou've got to have the ginger biscuits at Besalu; they're the best. Unfortunately, they don't *always* have them, but then that just means you have to go back. The next few weeks I won't be available to play hooky but I'd love to one day--maybe in May?
DeleteIn May I'll be in Richland for some unknown length of time, painting a mural on my mother's garage wall, among other adventures. Late May may be okay. (It's National Poetry Month, you know!)
DeleteMy Poem which is by Me
Let's go play
On a sunny day
It will be okay
Someday in May
Or not
The End