I love omelets. I looked forward to making an omelet
for breakfast this morning. Anticipation teased my taste buds since yesterday
afternoon. I started by sautéing the diced onions, added chopped ham and large
diced mushroom (One does want to actually taste and feel the mushroom after all).
I whipped the eggs till frothy, pouring them gently over the veggie mixture and
sprinkled on chopped Italian parsley. When set to my preference, I folded it
and transferred it to a plate…drooling all the while.
The first bite I knew it was okay…just okay. My
anticipation and expectation for the omelet set my mouth up for a letdown. All
the ingredients were fresh and of good quality. The execution of preparation
was flawless. By all rights, it should have been delightful. It was good,
middle of the road good. Not outstanding. The purpose of the meal was to nourish
and fuel my body. It did that very well. It wasn’t heavily laden with fat or
artery clogging cheese. The bulk of the omelet was healthy veggies. It was good
healthy food that served its purpose. Why did I feel so let down? I did it to
myself.
Admittedly, I am something of a food snob. It seems I
am creating a food snob out of my husband, too. He’s become quite the food
critic lately. Here’s what I think we’re doing…we have raised the bar of
expectation so high, less and less can jump over it. It’s a mentality fostered and
fed by elevated expectation. Normal, everyday food gets labeled as ‘less than’.
How sad is that? I enjoyed the making of the omelet and received great
satisfaction from the process, still…I wanted more. Heavy burden for a simple
omelet.
In life, even with our spiritual encounters, we are
guilty of doing the same thing. We want everything to be ‘an experience’,
something that really moves us. We miss the joy of simple everyday things
while we wait to be impressed by something that may not come along.
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