Warm Lamb Salad. Sounds mmm......I've shopped for the
ingredients. Planned my start - as timing is
most important in preparing good food
and Oh! fresh ingredients. It's obvious I take an interest in
favorable results. My thoughts wander as I chop
fresh basil for the dressing, fresh rosemary for the meat.
The local supermarket has come a long way in supplying
every need. As I work I wonder,
What must it be like - to be famous?
If I had been a celebrity would I have married Elvis?
Maybe I might have saved him from himself.
Pricilla didn't. Mmmmmmm the rosemary is aromatic while
the lamb is cooking.
How would I handle fame?
It is a closed door to me. I think of all the dead stars I have loved.
I feel the grief. Such tragedy weighs heavily - amid
red onions and baby arugula .
I wish I could have known any of them, without
a chance of losing my enchantment from
personal familiarity - or their shortcomings. I search the refrigerator.
Wine for the cook! If someone could read
inside my head they would find a maze of insights.
What does fame do to a person's mind?
Some say it brings arrogance. Maybe the difference depends on
how that someone handles power, money or vanity or
how much sway any of it has over them. Mostly, it
must depend on the handling of disillusionment. Perhaps if
Princess Di had stayed at home with her
boys, she may have avoided a fatal accident-
but that's a value judgement and maybe Marilyn
might have been more careful of whom she committed
adultery with -yet another value judgement
And with that my thoughts turn to Joe Dimaggio and his motives
with the roses. Did he send them out of love and loss
for her -or for what publicity it might have
bought. So back to Elvis-
If you are adored by millions- world-wide- how must it
feel to be rejected by the someone you want the most?
Deep thoughts to be having - over a warm lamb salad.