A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This blog records some of the cobbles that create my path.

In which I revise my thoughts about cooking

Every time the kids turn on Ratatouille, Howard wanders into the kitchen and cooks something. All of the cooking scenes in the film remind him how much he loves to combine ingredients. I watched this with puzzlement. The movie didn’t inspire me to cook. It didn’t even make me hungry. [...]

I feel like the mouse in that picture book

The thought process goes like this:
Hmmm. I think I want some fudge.
I shall make fudge.
*cook stir pour wait*
Yay! I have fudge!
*Nom nom nom*
I have to stop eating this fudge.
Quick! Give away all the fudge.
Whew. Now my pants will continue to fit.
Hmmm. I think I want fudge.