My friend Danny once told me..."There's a lid for every pot", something I really wanted to believe at the time, but it really simply consistenetly seemed to me, that those afore-mentioned lids were ones that belong to other pots. Metaphorically I have a problem being a pot. I think I'd be infinitely more comfortable being say, a griddle, or a cast iron skillet... much more practical it seems for cooking up life's dishes. However.. If I really have to explore this hole pot lid conundrum, it would seem fitting to check out what you cook in a pot.. know why the lid fits, and its plethora of uses in the same stew, literally speaking,For starters.. a watched pot does not boil.. what the jiminy christmas is that all about? Okay.. so you can't make a soup happen yesterday... I'm sure no expert on what makes a fit, but I do know that a soup not allowed to breathe a bit will most quickly char the bottom and then the whole mess is toast. I 'm still not getting the analogy here. I've tried some pretty odd combinations: stuffed cucumbers and hot sauce, chickebn broth, eagle bran, snail, oxtail, you name it. After you fool around, it seems pretty easy to know what works. Keep liver and tofu fr away from me. Bring on the salsa, the pasta, the thai pepper, and maybe an occasional chicken friend steak.
Try as you might, you can not make someone like food they just don't have the pallet for, despite how much you know they are missing out on. We all have our reasons I suppose, none of them really mattering in the primordial soup of things. But, when you get right down to it, that is what makes the world tick. IT'd be a damn sight duller if we alla te and liked exactly the same things. One of the blessings, I was told.. of a liberal arts education--not that it has any bearing on this--is that one learns to learn, continually. If I can thank my schooling for one thing besides thinking, it's to have an open mind when trying new foodstuff. When I was in school one of the philosophy courses I had to take was concerning fee will and determinism. In simpler temrs, is life already planned out for us, without our having a choice, or, do we have a choice. I have a love/hate relationship with the concept. So, if there is a "lid" for every "pot".. accourcing to the latter we really have no choice who our running mate will be. All teh choices you make in your life, have led you up to this point, and it was all a genetic or divine plot to get you there without your understanding why.
I have another theory... I think we choose the lessons we most need to learn. I suspect that not everyone chooses to learn, and therefore, just like in grammar school, you get to do it all over again.
The lids that fit the pots that I know have something going on that's a common seceret, if there is such a thing. There's a stew that simmers there, and many spices, and much more time make it evermore interesting, tasty, and aromatic. You can tell when its a good broth, they work in unison to make sure some of the steam is constantly making a stealthy escape. The pot and lid not only are themselves sustained but that might stew ill nourish all that join breaking bread, and one day, when most all the broth is spent, they will retiree to the place old kitchenware goes at that time, with only the fold memor of that fine, primordial stew.
Life is complicated, it doesn't always work out like you planned it to, like the movies. Yet, this griddle of a man is still going to get up tomorrow with the idea that there's a find piece of kitchenware somehwere who's game to throw down for an omelette and hash browns. Coz you all know.. you can't make an omelette, without breaking a few eggs.