Just Desserts or Just Deserts

Once you get past the colorful fruity, chewy, gooey, stiffness of the loaf.

Life gets better.

However.

It seems to turn up every year at this time.

It is as if someone decided to empty the nooks and crannies of their fridge and cabinets and with the help of kitchen utensils, whip up a loaf of “cake” that sits atop a holiday table and stares back at you as if to say

”Go ahead. I dare you.”

To take a piece. Of me.

You wanna piece of me?

Go on.

Take a bite.

On the one hand, it’s oftentimes, “Granny”, who has toiled in the kitchen to prepare this rainbow-like tooth breaking loaf of fun.

How to not disrespect Granny?

Granny’s motivations, intentions and efforts.

So you reach over, while the loaf is still eyeing you with disdain.

Cut a piece.

And begin to chew.

Yes.

It goes down in lumps.

Chunks even.

And you smile as if everything g is going to be ok.

You look around desperately for a liquid, of any kind.

Yes.

You guessed it.

The only available liquid is the dreaded.

Egg nog.

So far in already as the cake log jams up your esophagus and you swallow repeatedly to move “things” along. You take a big slug of egg nog.

Jammed up

The log jam of all log jams.

Back up at the esophageal reflux.

As your face begins to turn blue, all of the sudden an airway opens and it all moves down. Lands smack dab in the stomach with a fruity, nutty

Thump.

You look up to the table mates all wearing a smile a wry and weary smile. As if they are saying,

”Thanks for taking one for the team☺️.”

The looks on their face of concern for your well being melt into smiles of relief.

Silently. You say to your self.

Never again.

Just like last year.

When you said.

Never again.

And the year before that.

And the year before that.

When the fruity, nutty loaf

stared and dared you to take a giant, big bite.

Forgetting again.

That it bites.

Reality bites.

Just desserts do too.

The punishment that one deserves.

Deserved reward or punishment.

That about covers the gulping, pushing and shoving of something down that is not good for us.🫨😵‍💫

Worse off.

When the enemy of the enemy pretends, to be the friend and crams the punishment down…..

For you.

On your behalf.

In the interest of……

God Only Knows.

Soo.

Life.

Especially, this time of years, when the tests of patience and gratitude begin to wane….

Take the lumps as they come

In anticipatory intelligence.

Of the motivations and intentions of the enemy of the enemy who is the friend.

Reality bites.

And.

Reality shows this time of year can be a bummer.

For some.

The anticipatory intelligence of the spirits tests our logical and rational ways of thinking.

And we dive right into a hardened loaf of nuts (literally and humanly😉🤓🤪😎)

Sometimes, oftentimes.

We have only ourselves to blame.

For the over indulgence.

the underindulgeces.

And.

The somewhere in between….

The middle ground can be a gloriously safe haven..

We kept expecting the high highs and the low lows.

we forgot.

The best word in the English language.

Balance.

Even Lady Liberty agrees.

With strength, she holds the balance of power in her grip.

With a wink and a grin, Lady Liberty occasional embraces the whimsical and illogical side.

However, the scales remain in balance.

Why?

To keep things interesting for those (basically all of us)who use the language 😃

Desserts.

The after dinner “treat.”

We are so, so fortunate.

To live in the times we do.

To make a

Positive Difference 🙂 in and with the lives of others.

An honor, really.

One to be taken seriously

With the seriousness of love and faith!

Excellence at its ultimate.

The punishment sense.

Of Just desserts.

Or Just deserts.

Is in the etymologically related use of the terms..

Say what?

Yes.

I know.

What it may mean.

Is no one being is more or less “deserving”.

Of less than.

Of. Being the least of these.

We have the right to “state our case.”

What seems I.logically so to some may be quite logical to another.

(Sorry)

With respect and regard.

Lady Liberty strongly holding the scales.

Of justice.

Of liberty and justice for all.

We can have our say.

Free speech does not mean free hate.

Never.

Never.

Not ever.

Judeo Christianity challenges us.

To challenge ourselves.

Quintus Curtius:

”The history of Quintus Curcius, 1553

”In this warre Alexander was made Capitayne of one of the Natalie’s, wherein his noble heart (heart) and courage did well apeare (appear), specially when it came to the stroke of the fight.

“The stroke of the fight.”

For there he acquitted him self so valiantly (valiently) yt (yet) he seemed not to any man els (else), but by moste (most) iuste (just) desert got the honor (honor) of the victory.

Wow.

Honor.

Courage.

Liberty.

Valor.

Exist.

We are required, at this time of year, and always.

To step up.

Step it up.

Step back when appropriate.

It allows others to take the bull by the norms for you.

If you become weak and weary from the funky looking cake.

Trying to pass it down in the interest of “Granny” and her toils.

When it is worth it?

Always.

And

Never.

It is up to us to decide.

When the fight is worth fighting.And when it is not.

Hopefully.

We had a teacher along the way who imparted the wisdom of the correct fight.

At the right time.

In the best way.

And.

Maybe we just

Punted.

Either way.

Bless Granny for her beautiful albeit gross cake.

There is something to be said for just grabbing and go.

There is something to be said for

preparation.

Wither way.

Cookie, Schmookie.

I think I will take a shot of schnapps and call you in the morning.

Good day.

Good nights.

Just dessert is to some what just desert is to others.

Pick your poison.

And let the chips fall where they may…..

(nestles, hersheys, generic, lays and otherwise😚