~*Iron Scissors

Sometime ago a friend asked me what I want for my birthday and I wrote this poem in response to him.

My love, you know, my birthday wish is as such,

to have these pair of imaginary scissors.

So unadorned yet so beautiful with it's silvery-white and lustrous appearance.

The iron so firm yet so malleable.

These scissors are such a plain instrument having two blades joined by a pin that allows the cutting edges to fulfill it's duty.

Many only see the cutting blades being the serviceable part.

Many a time, we overlook the significance of the pin. Just as many a time I limited God in His strength to gather us together so we can sharpen each other every time the cutting edges meet. Your friendship is the gift.

~As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. ~*Proverbs 27:17 

The Marvel of hand shaped pasta

Have you ever tasted a hand shaped fusilli in your life?  They are so yummy.  I went to Giacomo’s Northend last week to celebrate C’s birthday with her.  This dish was amazing!  It is fresh made pasta with a red sauce.  Have you wondered why are there so many different pasta shapes in the world?  I've sure often been curious!  I bet it has something to do with how much sauce it holds and hence control how much sauce and pleasure is consumed in each bite.  I believe there's a beauty to the different shapes.  It makes me happy that chefs get to creatively use them as part of their "food message" to the receiver, who eats their food!