Couldn’t Face the Gumbo

Slicers waiting for gumbo, sandwiches and conversion to sauce.

I had planned gumbo for a few weeks. Yesterday was the day.

Gumbo is a natural dish for our kitchen in late summer. There are plenty of onions, celery stalks, bell peppers, tomatoes, garlic and okra available from the garden. It is an easy dish to prepare after learning how to make a roux. Ingredient availability was not the issue.

I bought veggie sausages from the local food coop, harvested enough tender okra pods, and opened the hand-written recipe book to the page. I was ready.

I couldn’t, then sliced the okra, put it in a zip-top bag and tucked it in the freezer along with too many other bags of okra already there.

Not sure why I couldn’t, I recalled T.S. Eliot who put it thusly in “The Hollow Men:”

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

During a month of reminders about end of life, my retort, “it’s not that damn long.”

My work cycle begins again this afternoon with a shift at the orchard for family night. After taking off work there, and at the home, farm and auto supply store, for a week, I’m ready to be among co-workers and guests again.

One hopes I will make gumbo before the end of summer vegetables. Maybe not yesterday, but it’s the best time of year for it. It would be a shame to waste our brief time among the living without it.

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