Favorite Sounds, bread and Ralph Geddes
I am a music guy.
So much of my life experience is about sound. (you'd think I'd listen better when Kimberly is talking to me)
Anyway...one of my favorite sounds of all time is most often heard in France.
It is the crackkkkling yet crissspy sound of the end of a freshly baked baguette breaking off into my mouth as I bite it.....warm.
All by itself.
Sans jam, butter, cheese or anything else for that matter...simply bread....at least for the first few bites anyway. The sound tells me that amazing taste of fresh baked awesomeness is to follow.
It is then that I often remember my 'mon ami and keyboardist extraordinaire of the Carolina Opry..Ralph Geddes.
You see...Ralph takes his own sweet time to eat a meal...no...not eat it...savor it.
It matters not the entree nor appetizer....shrimp in garlic sauce followed by a succulent, perfectly cooked prime rib... or a salad in a plastic container and paper wrapped burger from Wendys...Ralph takes his time.
I asked him once why this was the case and his reply changed my life.
He looked up...happy to take a a little extra time finishing chewing the bite of french fries he was at that time enjoying, and said, " We spend a good part of our time thinking about, planning for and eating our daily meals and life is much too short to hurry through a memory-less one."
"Every bite is a gift...I just take the time to appreciate it for what it is ...to rush something like that would be disrespectful."
"Every bite is it's own moment...and deserves my full attention....that's all."
Yes....crackkkklycrsisssspy....Ralph...life lessons....France.
c'est bon
rkStr
So much of my life experience is about sound. (you'd think I'd listen better when Kimberly is talking to me)
Anyway...one of my favorite sounds of all time is most often heard in France.
It is the crackkkkling yet crissspy sound of the end of a freshly baked baguette breaking off into my mouth as I bite it.....warm.
All by itself.
Sans jam, butter, cheese or anything else for that matter...simply bread....at least for the first few bites anyway. The sound tells me that amazing taste of fresh baked awesomeness is to follow.
It is then that I often remember my 'mon ami and keyboardist extraordinaire of the Carolina Opry..Ralph Geddes.
You see...Ralph takes his own sweet time to eat a meal...no...not eat it...savor it.
It matters not the entree nor appetizer....shrimp in garlic sauce followed by a succulent, perfectly cooked prime rib... or a salad in a plastic container and paper wrapped burger from Wendys...Ralph takes his time.
I asked him once why this was the case and his reply changed my life.
He looked up...happy to take a a little extra time finishing chewing the bite of french fries he was at that time enjoying, and said, " We spend a good part of our time thinking about, planning for and eating our daily meals and life is much too short to hurry through a memory-less one."
"Every bite is a gift...I just take the time to appreciate it for what it is ...to rush something like that would be disrespectful."
"Every bite is it's own moment...and deserves my full attention....that's all."
Yes....crackkkklycrsisssspy....Ralph...life lessons....France.
c'est bon
rkStr
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