Lesson Learned
Lesson learned doesn\’t have to be as basic as the alphabet. I\’d rather get beyond that. In fact, one of my more vivid memories from first grade was how tired I got of my class having to sing the ABC song several times a day! (I KNEW my ABCs.) There are other lessons, too, and they don\’t have to have a thing to do with formal education. For example, when you\’re first learning how to ride with clip-in pedals it can be scary. When I began I didn\’t know that you do not wait until you\’ve come to a full stop to unclip! On one attempt I fell and got a nasty gash in my left leg. It soon began to sink in: unclip while I\’ve still got some momentum going. Lesson learned. Then there are my antics in the kitchen. When I tried the Hoppin\’ John recipe, I was rushing back and forth between stove and counter (they\’re on opposite sides of the kitchen), trying to juggle cooking rice on one burner; cooking black-eyed peas with celery on another; and chopping cheese, onion and bell pepper on the counter. Trying to keep all that going was dizzying (literally!) and exhausting. When I made Br\’er Joe several weeks later, I had figured out that I need to make \”HJ\” and its variations in stages — a Petite Tour, if you will. This takes two days. One for cooking the rice; doing all the chopping work; and, if I\’m using dried legumes, putting them to soak. Day two is for cooking the beans with the celery; and assembling the final product. It works much better that way; I don\’t get so tired and frazzled; and I can even do the dishwashing involved in stages. Lesson learned.