Dining at Mellow Mushroom, my husband and I split a steak and cheese calzone. They’re huge, so it’s plenty of food for two.
The piece he cut and put on my plate was full of mushrooms that looked like meat. We were talking, laughing and catching up on news from our day, so most of our attention was on the conversation, not our food.
That didn’t keep me from noticing I was chewing a lot of bread, mushrooms and cheese, and not so much steak. I sliced another small piece to get “more” meat. By the time we ate a third of the calzone, I realized the missing ingredient.
There was no steak in our steak and cheese calzone.
This weekend we replayed the scene at McDonald’s. We ordered fruit and maple oatmeal. It took us three spoonfuls before I said, “There are no raisins in here. What’s up with you, me and and missing ingredients?”
More importantly, what’s up with not recognizing what is missing from the start? Am I so set on what is supposed to be a part of that I don’t notice when it isn’t? Ever had silly wakeup calls to pay attention?
WRite wHere I’m supposed to be – I want to live intentionally. I want to know when parts of my life are out of kilter, or when they’re missing altogether.