Salad for two
Acrylic on canvas
12 x 12 inches
Barbara Muir ©A toss up (pardon my pun)today -- given the day, between my
love of salad, especially the salad my husband Steven makes
which is ideal, and my love (near addiction) to bananas.
Both deserve recognition, on this 21st day of the
celebration of the Month of Love
I am not the chef in my family, but I have brought
some foods into this unit that have stuck, and
one is salad. My mother, for most of her life was a
into nutrition and a proponent of salad. She made a
delicious oil and vinegar dressing, and taught the
simple recipe to me.
Naturally I passed that on to Steven, and he has
got that perfected to a T. One February at least
10 years ago -- which is why the timing is right
for this discussion -- we decided to have salad with
our dinner every night. And we pretty much have kept
to that rule. Salad is work. It takes thought, and effort
and commitment, and chopping, but I crave some right now.
I have painted salad, but so far no bananas. That doesn't
make sense does it? Since giving up sugar, bananas
have saved my life because they are filling and sweet.
So I did draw one today. Because this morning I met with
a super group of women in my neighbourhood, and the
conversation got very well... I was going to say 'hot' -- but let's
say animated. Our host said "we need a talking stone!," and
proceeded to hand a lovely ripe banana to one person in the group.
From then on we put up our hands if we wanted to talk, and
the banana went to the next person who was going to get
Banana in a bowl
Black marker on Moleskine paper
5 1/2 x 8 1/2 inches
Barbara Muir © 2017We were discussing how to be tolerant in an intolerant
world. And that's a tough topic, you realize. But I loved the
banana as a "talking stone", and I loved that we immediately
took turns as difficult as that was, and everyone who wante
to speak, did so with the full attention of the rest of the group.
Amazing. If only we were world leaders!
Have a passing-the-talking-stone-banana day.