This last Saturday night, I was taking a quick break from my frenzied concession duty. During conversation, as I sat with several dear friends, one of them asked me what my next article was going to be. As usual, I uttered that it would be a surprise to us all. Occasionally I have an idea but more times that not, I’m completely clueless about what my fingers are going to type. Thankfully, they seem to have a mind of their own. When I mentioned that I didn’t have a clue, they thought that maybe I should write about making salads. We all laughed and I mentioned that I write too much about cooking, eating and driving.
Now enters Sunday Church Service-mostly commonly a time for spiritual awakening-for me though, my mind dashes about searching for interesting, entertaining and perhaps one day, a mind blowing article that will be so profound my readers with toss roses at my feet. No! The other part of my mind says, ‘listen to the sermon’. The pastor is discussing about being our own worst enemies. Oh no! Is she talking about me? Yes, I’m paying attention now. (for about 39 seconds) I find myself drifting back into a world of slight panic as the sun raises higher and higher into the sky. I keep thinking about making salads………
Several months ago, several of us Geyser Booster gals had discussion about concession food and how ‘wouldn’t it be nice if we could offer something healthy’. We’ve toyed with the idea before but nothing has ever come to fruition. Finally though, we pulled it off. We made healthy salads to offer in addition to our standard fair of hot dogs, pretzels, nachos and yes, maple bars. We weren’t entirely positive how the general public would feel. “We” tend to not like a lot of change. “We” like things to stay the same as they’ve always been.
I am guilty of getting into a rut and always expecting things to be as they’ve always been. Being the same is comfortable and easy. Doing something different can be a little scary. I long to be adventurous but, for the most part, it’s much safer to drive a 4 door sedan than a souped-up 2 door sports car.
Maybe not all change is frightening when it happens in a safe environment? Can the two, in fact coincide and indeed, work together? When the salads were a complete hit with the crowd and sold out in minutes, there were whispered words of serving sushi during concessions. Sushi? In beef country? I wonder if the world as we know it would come to an end? I guess I’m wondering if change is less scary and much more acceptable if we just all do it together?
I wish I had all the answers to all the questions in my life. For now though, I’m happy to just share a salad with friends.
Good job–again!! THANKS, Keri, for all you do