This my friends is a work of genius. A lovely present from the very lovely Celia from Fig Jam and Lime Cordial when we first met in real life (as modelled by Sam after a little shadow boxing session wearing the gloves). I discovered Celia’s blog a couple of months ago and have become rather addicted to it. We figured out that we both live in Sydney and after discovering many, many similar tastes we agreed that we had to meet. I have decided that we are food twins, so similar has our food journey been. (I think she might be reconsidering that after my last post though, which the consensus seems to be “looks like dog poo”! 🙂 Yeah I agree, but what’s a girl to do when she has to consume more protein than her tastebuds can handle?!!). Celia came up with this very clever idea of using welding gloves for oven mitts. Not only that but she even made personalised labels for them – how cute is that?!
One of the really lovely things about the world of food blogs (apart from the many hours I can spend reading about food…or food porn as Andrew calls it), is that I have found like minded people in all sorts of strange parts of the world. It is interesting to see that I am not as much of an “individual” as I thought I was (channelling Monty Python’s Life of Brian “we are all individuals” here). It makes me wonder…what other “twins” do I have out there? Someone who has travelled parallel paths in some other aspect of my life/personality. I know there are people with the same name; in fact one lives in the next suburb to me and goes to the same doctor I used to go to. Very strange. But not that surprising even with a relatively uncommon name. So I ask you, if you were to have a twin out there who mirrored some aspect of your life, would you want to meet them? Would it be almost as good as time travelling (the one super power I do wish I had)? Seeing a bit of the future you, or an opportunity to advise the ‘old’ you. Or perhaps just a mirror to see yourself as the world sees you. Would you prefer to meet the ‘twin’ who had travelled the same path or the one who took the divergent road in that yellow wood? I wonder if there is a wiser, more ‘evolved’ me out there. I would definitely like to meet her so she could tell me to chill out, that I will get there one day too and become the better person I would like to be.
All this makes me think of Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (it should be the theme poem of my life seeing how I want to travel all the roads…preferably at the same time…so many things to do, places to go, etc. Explains my desire for the ability to time travel as well, doesn’t it?!)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.