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A-Z Challenge: Z is for Zest
© by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
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Zest -Concentrated flavour[/caption]
Z is for Zest. It's spring. Can you feel it? Hope. The exhilaration, the excitement, the unknown element saturating the air in the springtime? It's the zest. Dreams of warm, sunny weather, sandy idyllic beaches, dancing under the stars, and warm breezes bearing hope. The zest for life itself, the big plan. What has that to do with an orange, you ask?
When was the last time you tossed away an orange peel without thinking about it?
The zest of an orange or lemon is the outer, concentrated layer of the peel that contains virtually all of the flavour that can be found in the peel. Smart chefs and bakers recognize the zest contains the highly-concentrated flavoured orange or lemon oil--a veritable jewel-box of flavour. The rest of the peel, the white pulp, offers little taste. What has that to do with life?
The fact is, the exciting part of life, the zest - like the zest on the orange or lemon can be found living out on the edge; on display for all to see, and hopefully to taste and enjoy. The colour, the joy, the flavour. The excitement. Let us equate zest to life experience--and what we do with our lives, bucket list included. The rest of life is bland and ordinary by comparison --consumed by structure, daily routine, work, obligations, bills, problems, health issues, and stress. We deal with the basic structural requirements for survival.
Under the zest, the rest of the orange also has purpose, structure, juices and uses, even the totally bland white peel, but the characteristics of zest render it special, worthy of thought and taste. The concentration of flavour makes life tasty, interesting and special. Scrape some zest off and taste it; taste life, while you're at it; you'll see it's worth doing. Go for it. You may be surprised. Why discard the best part of life?
Zest is the extra joy, zing, and excitement available to you not only on your oranges and lemons, but also in life itself. Think about it. I'm thinking we must strive to take full advantage of it. That's why Z is for Zest.
Is that Incoming I hear?
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons
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Zest -Concentrated flavour[/caption]
Z is for Zest. It's spring. Can you feel it? Hope. The exhilaration, the excitement, the unknown element saturating the air in the springtime? It's the zest. Dreams of warm, sunny weather, sandy idyllic beaches, dancing under the stars, and warm breezes bearing hope. The zest for life itself, the big plan. What has that to do with an orange, you ask?
When was the last time you tossed away an orange peel without thinking about it?
The zest of an orange or lemon is the outer, concentrated layer of the peel that contains virtually all of the flavour that can be found in the peel. Smart chefs and bakers recognize the zest contains the highly-concentrated flavoured orange or lemon oil--a veritable jewel-box of flavour. The rest of the peel, the white pulp, offers little taste. What has that to do with life?
The fact is, the exciting part of life, the zest - like the zest on the orange or lemon can be found living out on the edge; on display for all to see, and hopefully to taste and enjoy. The colour, the joy, the flavour. The excitement. Let us equate zest to life experience--and what we do with our lives, bucket list included. The rest of life is bland and ordinary by comparison --consumed by structure, daily routine, work, obligations, bills, problems, health issues, and stress. We deal with the basic structural requirements for survival.
Under the zest, the rest of the orange also has purpose, structure, juices and uses, even the totally bland white peel, but the characteristics of zest render it special, worthy of thought and taste. The concentration of flavour makes life tasty, interesting and special. Scrape some zest off and taste it; taste life, while you're at it; you'll see it's worth doing. Go for it. You may be surprised. Why discard the best part of life?
Zest is the extra joy, zing, and excitement available to you not only on your oranges and lemons, but also in life itself. Think about it. I'm thinking we must strive to take full advantage of it. That's why Z is for Zest.
Is that Incoming I hear?
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons
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A-Z Challenge: W is for Women
©2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
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Mona Lisa in Detail (Louvre)[/caption]
Why is W is for Women?
Women are unique human beings. Unusual women are everywhere, every one is different; debutante, delightful, the ordinary, extraordinary, contrary or exceptional. It takes all kinds and all descriptions; tall ones, short ones, redhead, blonde, brunette & brown, plain, cute, beautiful, smart, vibrant, dumb, clever, witty, eye-candy, busty, small-breasted, elegant, gold-digger, whacko, dowdy, lazy, hard-working, fast, slow, -girlfriend, wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, daughter, girl-next-door. She may be a friend, gay, lively, loser, lover. She may be skinny, pleasantly plump, chubby and well-toned, big and small, a valley girl, actress, athletic and/or a lunatic, insane, a talker, crier, princess, duchess, dancer, ballet prancer, waitress, teacher, or opera singer when musical laughter peals from painted lips as the fat lady sings.
Women can be delightful, annoying or diligent. Cheaters, faithful, genuine, artificial, painted deceivers. Sloppy. Neat. Irritating. They may be Great cooks, homemakers. Substitute secretary, CEO, pot-burner, gardener, smiling, gentle baker with great buns. She may be illiterate, educated, compelling, personable, and intelligent.
Descriptions of all kinds keep coming; devil, angel, sneering, snotty, gullible, sultry, sexy, nice, a hottie, silly, soulful housekeeper, granny grey, maid or mom, Queen, mother, missus, Mrs., Ms. and madame. She may be a fine lawyer, farmer, tailor, hairdresser, hooker, companion, date, shapely, writer or artist. She can be exciting, arrogant, humble, dim or dull, drab, dreary, or even in drag do-nothing dazzler, wear-nothing, sunburned naked nudist, bikini clad, lady, catwoman, superwoman, teacher or flower-girl flautist.
Don't forget to check out those bad-ass biker-babes, cello-players, genius gardening zeitgeists, and the rhythms and rhymes of giant-hearted prose creators, gnomes and Victorian poets. Moaning Mona and the Mona Lisa....There sure are a lot of women.... 'Ya gotta love'em all.
Women--it takes all kinds, and they're wonderful, that's why W is for Women.
Is that Incoming I hear?
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Mona Lisa in Detail (Louvre)[/caption]
Why is W is for Women?
Women are unique human beings. Unusual women are everywhere, every one is different; debutante, delightful, the ordinary, extraordinary, contrary or exceptional. It takes all kinds and all descriptions; tall ones, short ones, redhead, blonde, brunette & brown, plain, cute, beautiful, smart, vibrant, dumb, clever, witty, eye-candy, busty, small-breasted, elegant, gold-digger, whacko, dowdy, lazy, hard-working, fast, slow, -girlfriend, wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, daughter, girl-next-door. She may be a friend, gay, lively, loser, lover. She may be skinny, pleasantly plump, chubby and well-toned, big and small, a valley girl, actress, athletic and/or a lunatic, insane, a talker, crier, princess, duchess, dancer, ballet prancer, waitress, teacher, or opera singer when musical laughter peals from painted lips as the fat lady sings.
Women can be delightful, annoying or diligent. Cheaters, faithful, genuine, artificial, painted deceivers. Sloppy. Neat. Irritating. They may be Great cooks, homemakers. Substitute secretary, CEO, pot-burner, gardener, smiling, gentle baker with great buns. She may be illiterate, educated, compelling, personable, and intelligent.
Descriptions of all kinds keep coming; devil, angel, sneering, snotty, gullible, sultry, sexy, nice, a hottie, silly, soulful housekeeper, granny grey, maid or mom, Queen, mother, missus, Mrs., Ms. and madame. She may be a fine lawyer, farmer, tailor, hairdresser, hooker, companion, date, shapely, writer or artist. She can be exciting, arrogant, humble, dim or dull, drab, dreary, or
