There is a folder on my laptop entitled “Story Lines.”  Each file is just a few words or paragraphs jotted down when I’m struck by a flighty flash of genius or I’m when watching a 30 year old memory bolt across my brain knowing it will be lost in a deep, black hole if not written down immediately. At times, a quick read through these ideas enables me to write creatively and entertain. Didn’t happen this time. 

Inspiration jumps out from strange places at unexpected moments. Today’s muse is Rice Krispies’ Treats and Chili Dogs, and I wrote this little missive while cooking them. 

If you’ve been following me on the radio, facebook, twitter or www.intothesoup.com you might have noticed I’ve been just a little busy. Sitting still doesn’t come naturally to me.  My husband likens me to a top. The string is yanked at the crack of dawn, and I spin from task to task until I pass out at 9:00 p.m.  

So, one wouldn’t think that with my current schedule and the changing of my many hats that I’d volunteer to cook for the end of summer girl scout party. No one asked me to, it certainly wasn’t expected. The offer just flew out from the ends of my fingertips in an email to the troop leader.

This morning Yahoo beckoned with sixty emails awaiting reply, the deadline for two magazine articles tugged at my sleeve, and several weeks’ of dirty clothes spilled out of the laundry room as I searched for clean socks.  When my cell phone chirped, “You have voicemail,” I decided to turn it all off and play in my kitchen.

As I pulled the box of Rice Krispies from the pantry and opened a can of tomato paste, my heart rate dipped below 180, and my breathing slowed. My mind cleared while my hands went through the familiar motions of mincing onions, browning meat, melting butter and stirring marshmallows. My soul was soothed as I walked through the house breathing deeply the scent of comfort food.

If this alone weren’t enough indulgence for one day, I spent a lavish 90 minutes with my good friend the Troop leader…just talking. The girls played in the pool; we had a glass of lemonade, ate a chili dog and caught up. I left the cell phone at home, spoke only of family and friends and relaxed.

Cooking calms me. We all have something that brings the temperature down: a good read, gardening, naps and long talks with an old friend. What we sometimes forget to do is utilize them. Everyone seems to be running at break neck speed in an attempt to keep up with email, phone calls, deadlines, housecleaning and family. Take care not to trip and fall my friends. I think I’ll go make a casserole.