#thelostartofmixing

[shai-reads-blog]

And yet he needed them - the food, the conversation, the feeling of communion they brought into his day. They were like perfume slipped behind the ear of a beautiful woman, or wine with dinner - nothing you had to have to live, and yet nothing felt more like life than the experience of them.

The Lost Art of Mixing by Erica Bauermeister

[shai-reads-blog]

Every 18,980 days, or fifty-two years, the sacred and agricultural calendars intersected, an occurrence the Mayans believed could signal the end of the world. Obviously, Louise thought, they had some insight into the realities of middle age.

The Lost Art of Mixing by Erica Bauermeister

[shai-reads-blog]

A ritual was a way to hold time - not freezing it, rather the opposite, warming it through the touch of your imagination.

The Lost Art of Mixing by Erica Bauermeister

[shai-reads-blog]

He could feel a story radiating from her; you could almost see them if you looked, especially in older people who had so many that they seemed to spill out like boxes from a loaded closet. It took only a simple question to open the door.

The Lost Art of Mixing by Erica Bauermeister

[shai-reads-blog]

It was Lillian's job to remind the people who sat at her tables that being an adult, the passing of a season or a year, was about more than just being older.

The Lost Art of Mixing by Erica Bauermeister

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I was trying to figure out what to have for #dinner, but I get distracted easily. I'll just #read about it instead. I cook like I do everything else, and I need to find #Inspiration first 😉 #thelostartofmixing #ericabauermeister