Making chicken and sausage gumbo tonight. I went to take out some trash and it was starting to get cooler! Okay, I know all those north of Shreveport might not think it's cold, but I'll take what I can get. I started the gumbo in faith that the weather would cooperate. It's nice when things harmonize. Like in medicine, all the pieces fit and you know what's wrong with your patient, or in writing the words all come together so brilliantly that you think "did I really write that?"
In making gumbo, you have different ingredients: chicken, sausage, roux, seafood or okra. Individually they're okay, but put them together, simmer, and you get something completely different and amazing.
When we look at our lives there are so many experiences. It becomes a strange mix. Sometimes it's too sweet, sometimes too bitter, but mix them all together and they simmer nicely. We savor the times when we seem to get the recipe right. We change the seasonings when it just doesn't gel. But it all becomes the flavor of our lives.
I hope the temperature continues to fall. Cold weather, a fire, and gumbo--YUM!!!