So many thingsyou’d not have thought ofuntil they were given.
Even the simple—a cottage cheese sandwich,a heron’s contractable neck.
You eat. You look.Then you look back and it’s over.
This life. This flood—unbargained for as lasting love was—of lasting oddness.
My Sandwich by Jane Hirshfield
Maybe it was because after giving up eating sea food…
Seafood indeed! — Not that we don’t love it in all it’s iterations: sushi, canned, scallops quick-fried in butter, oysters, chowder, even gefilte fish, but—For God’s sake!! Its sea life not sea food, as our friend Sylvia Earle calls it — who encouraged us to give up eating things that come out of the water; to give the ocean a break. We’d sooner eat a rabbit than a halibut.…