Be Mindful of the Route You Take
August 8, 2013
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. A stretch of quiet in the first week of August, a week of looking ahead and getting a few things done but not forgetting there are a good three weeks of summer vacation left and how are we going to spend it? We had a great meal that evening, grilled salmon and vegetables and some couscous with garlic and corn on the cob, and shortcake for dessert with peaches sautéed in butter with a sprinkle of fresh nutmeg.
While we ate, we talked about our dreams. Not night dreams, but life-ones. The kids mentioned blue Mustangs and fruit bat farms and teaching in Alaska. They talked about visiting Tanzania and Europe and an island in the Pacific where the water is that amazing blue and you can spear fish in knee-deep water. What they will name their kids one day, and dream jobs doing journalistic writing in war zones and teaching biology at the college level and writing their own books. And I talked about a bed and breakfast in an old farmhouse on a lake, or a lodge on the river with 20 rooms and a Great Room for writers and like-minded artists to meet and do their work, or a little café where the menu is one sheet of paper with about 13 things like Buttermilk Pancakes and Grilled Cheese with Bacon and Wild Rice Soup and Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.
You set your sights too high, one of them said, and I laughed. No, I said. Here's the deal. And I told them the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus, father and son, and how Daedalus angered King Minos on the island of Crete, so they crafted wings of wax in order to fly the heck out of there. Daedalus warned Icarus to fly at a reasonable height, but Icarus got carried away (who wouldn't?) and flew too close to the sun, which melted his wings and caused him to fall to his death.
What's the point? the kids asked. Well, I said, the point is this. Everyone knows that Icarus fell. But what we have to remember is that he also flew. He flew! If you sit on your butt and don't follow your dreams, you're not going to plunge to your death for sure, but you're also never going to fly. Give that some thought. You can't set your sights too high; just be mindful of the route you take, and don't ever doubt that you can get there.
And that's when the oven buzzer went off, and the shortcake was ready, and we piled it with peaches and Cool Whip and continued talking about our dreams until twilight came and the kids headed out for a walk, and I cleaned up the kitchen, thinking about what I would name my café, had I a café, and how I would line one entire wall with books and invite people to read poems on Thursday evenings, and how I'd drop little truffles in the hot chocolate and everyone would say, "Mmm."
These bars don't take long, and they don't last long either. Good for a snack before a hike or after a day at the beach. Or just to eat because they are so dang good.
Special K Bars
1 cup light corn syrup
1 cup sugar
In 2½ quart pan, bring the above to a slight boil.
Add 1 cup peanut butter, and mix well. Remove from heat.
Add 6 cups Special K cereal. Spread in 9x13 greased pan. (Line with foil and grease that, and you're good to go.)
Melt 6 oz choc chips, 6 oz butterscotch chips, and 1-2 T peanut butter together in microwave, 2-3 minutes on medium. Check and stir occasionally until melted. Frost. Refrigerate, or cool on counter, and cut.