Things may be gravy
Facing humility with content
Grateful for what I got
The topics I want to cover on the blog may not always be food related but still using these food idioms, and catch phrases keeps food relevant in the context. The last post was my 60th and it got me thinking about how when I first started out doing the blog, I was very determined to always having a new food idiom in every post. And it helped me stay focused but once I got to the 50th, I was more open to re-using ones in older posts. More open to whatever happens rather than needing things to be one certain way. There are so many idioms and phrases out there, so why be so picky.
The first time my professor threw out the phrase, “I date myself.” He was sharing special information and giving details about a certain topic. The knowledge he was lending only seemed to please himself; the class was filled with students and yet it was just the instructor absorbing this history. Hence the phrase was being used correctly. I date myself.
Had another professor use the phrase, “smoke beer,” to explain her expectations of us as students. It’s like I know I can date someone else, but how do I date myself? I can drink beer, but how do you smoke it? Kidding of course, but the phrases do paint an odd picture.
The “I date myself” phrase is referencing the awareness of the speaker’s age when in conversation. Showing your age by what you say. The passion is almost isolated because no one can relate to the topic besides the person speaking. Different generations.
I’m imagining myself, taking out myself, probably out for coffee, talking about Seinfeld or the Office. I guess you can be so involved in a conversation and completely leave out who you are talking to only because they don’t have the slightest clue what you are talking about. Due to your age, you are now the old guy that dates himself.
I must enjoy the humble pie. The main ingredient is humility. Regardless of how foolish you look, the best way to embrace embarrassment is to have a slice of humble pie. And I must admit it takes a humble person to date themselves.
This reminds me of a story my family will not ever forget. Constantly reminding me about this time I had to catch the bus.
I think I need to go back a little into my elementary years. I was probably in 3rd grade and my brother was in kindergarten. We would catch the bus every morning for school when we lived in Tucson. So I remember the school was still new to me. I had never heard of snack time. It was when the teacher allowed the student to bring in their own snack to eat during this recess hour famously known as snack time. But it took me a while to catch on at the beginning and I was always without a snack during snack hour. I would always forget. Always.
I probably would get home and be like forget snack hour.
I eventually got tired of not having my own snack during snack hour. But how would I remember to bring my snack? I got the bright idea that in order for me not to forget, I would have to pre-pack my pockets the night before. It seemed so brilliant. My dreams of having my own snack during snack hour was in my hands.
My mom would leave to school just as soon as we left to catch the bus. The bus would pick us up at the front of our apartments. My brother and I walked to the bus stop and met some of our friends. And what was so funny was that even our bus stop conversations were about snack hour. This snack hour was a big deal to a kid.
My friend’s first words out of his mouth were, “did you bring a snack.” I remember that vividly because I knew one hundred percent that I had my snack for that day. I was so confident that I was going to pull it out and show everybody. I get ready to dig in that pre-packed pocket to show my snack, but something ain’t right. I can’t find the snack. I can barley find the pockets. Then I notice where my snack went. The snack is still in my pocket. It is just my pants that are on wrong.
Putting on my pants on backwards, just genius.
I panic. I didn’t want to go to school with my pants on the wrong way. So I try to run back to our apartment but my mom has already left to school. And the bus is moments away. The door is locked. What do I do? You do what you got to do. I undress out in the open, and fix my pants. The bus comes and I’m off to school. Hey but I got my snack.