(a bit of a tribute to soldiers on Veteran's Day)
This week's Corner View is hosted by Joyce and it really stumped me, at first. I couldn't come up with something to write about if I were going to define "my favorite dish" as something to eat because the possibilities are just too many. Should it be the barley soup that my husband wooed me with before we married? Should it be a yellow layer cake with chocolate frosting that my mother makes for our birthdays?Should it be plain cheese pizza or spaghetti bolognese? Nor do I have an actual favorite literal dish. So then I realized that the word "dish" used as verb is actually something I could write about (but have no fear as I won't be doing the actual dishing!).
Dish, used as a verb, is defined as such: distribute: administer or bestow, as in small portions; "administer critical remarks to everyone present";
Right now one of my favorite dishers might be Garrison Keillor who writes so well over at Salon. I look avidly each day to see whether he has something to say about anything happening in our world. Today was no exception:
How to Pass Healthcare Reform
There are some things we will never understand. Death, for one. I overheard a woman in the drugstore say, "He went into the hospital yesterday and he was eating his supper and then he fell asleep and then he died. I don't get it." She didn't seem grief-stricken, just uncomprehending. (Why did it have to happen now?) The paranoia that has seized the Republican Party is beyond my understanding. So is the physics of cord entanglement: how two power cords set separately in a briefcase become so complexly intertwined in only a few hours. And why do you find the rudest people in first class? Passengers in steerage accept their misery with stoical grace, while the privileged sit in luxury in a cold rage.
To read the rest of this essay, go HERE.
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