the little cookie. with the big bite! woot!
on Tuesday, Daniel and I sat in boocoo all afternoon, getting totally hopped on coffee (they serve Just Coffee), and eating these little homemade chocolate chip cookies that sell for 50₡. And later I was thinking how good, meaning absolutely delicious, I found the two little cookies I ate (when I say little, I mean just regular size cookies). There was a simple-ness to them, something that reminded me of the kind of cookies a person makes at home one night when he or she decides to bake a few cookies. There is a familiarity that is safe to me.
There is something so marvelous to me in something made by hand, mixed by hand, so that one can detect the parts that went into it, instead of it being so well blended that they go without notice. I think every part is important. and the homemade bread and cookies seem to lack that pristine professional quality, they are from a real person in a real place and time.
I choose to live my life in this way. In a way, where I cultivate and have my hand in as many aspects as I do of the things I do and interact with.
I can thus find joy and peace and home in all that I do.
