When fruit flies start swarming in the kitchen, I know it’s time to make peach cobbler. So ripe they nearly burst in my hand, the peaches ooze and fragrance the whole counter top. I peel and slice them, and then I toss in a few cups of fresh raspberries, garden ripe and falling off their stalks, just because.
The thing about cobbler is that you just kinda throw it all together. Melt some butter; mix up some sugar, flour, and milk; slice up your fruit; sprinkle some cinnamon on top; bake for a bit–and there you go.
I think about other woman in centuries past who made cobbler from their late summer harvest. I feel connected to them when I pull out these old pioneer recipes. They had to innovate, imagine, and improvise and thus: cobbler.
Living with flair means you take what you have and build a beautiful cobbler. Warm, sweet, and delicious–what a beautiful life! Cobbler reminds me that the best often comes when we’re forced to improvise.
Journal: Do you have a great cobbler recipe you can share?
Last night, I tell my friend that I’m definitely not interested in using twitter. “Why would anyone care where I am or what I am doing?” Besides, I don’t really know how to twitter.
“You’re thinking about twitter all wrong,” he says. “Twitter is about influence. You don’t tell people that you’re eating a hamburger right now. You tell people that you’re eating the best hamburger, and you give information about where and how they can eat the best hamburger as well. You’re influencing others with good information.”
But what would I influence people about? I blog about beautiful things–just to share them with the world–but how could I use twitter, too?
I woke up wondering about this. Then my youngest daughter asked me to teach her how to know whether a peach is perfectly ripe. I had been feeling horribly inadequate as a mother all week, and then all of a sudden I didn’t. Motherhood wasn’t about big moments or spectacular feats of patient nurturing. It was, in part, about very small moments of instruction.
We felt peaches together in the kitchen.
The peach instruction opened a new world of confidence in mothering. What else could I impart today?
So I twittered about the peach. In 140 characters, I hoped to influence other mothers who felt bad about themselves today.
Living with flair means influencing others when you learn something.
Journal: Can I influence others about something today?