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Food for Thought
From the time I was a child growing up in New Jersey,I loved spending weekends with my grandparents.Their big old house was cozy1),and I felt especially welcome and relaxed in Granny's small kitchen.It was there that we had intimate conversations,and Granny always seemed to include morsels2) of wisdom with every recipe she prepared.
I remember one Saturday morning in particular.I was about 11years old and had spent the night3).After breakfast I asked Granny,“What kind of soup are you making today?”I could smell the broth4) simmering5) in a blue-speckled enamelware pot6) on top of the old gas stove.
“Vegetable beef,”she answered.“And you can help by chopping7) some carrots and celery.”
Granny tied an apron2 around her full waist8).We got the vegetables from the refrigerator:onions,carrots,celery,potatoes and cauliflower9).She gave me a knife and cutting board so I could do my share of the work.
As I slowly peeled carrots,I lamented10),“I've got to give an oral book report next week and I' m scared.”
Granny looked at me and then back to the handful of chopped onions she had measured in her hand.She dumped11) them into the soup pot and said,“Most people are afraid of public speaking.But remember,the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.So,what exactly are you afraid of?”
I slumped12) in my chair.“Everything,I guess.I don' t like standing3 up in front of everybody.What if I forget what I'm going to say?Or what if somebody laughs?”
“And what if you do just fine?”Granny asked.“Have you prepared notes?”
“Well,no.That would be a lot of extra work.”
“Hard work never hurt anyone,”Granny cautioned4 as she pointed5 the wooden spoon toward me.“You could try practicing in front of a mirror.”
I pushed the pieces of carrots to the side of the cutting board.The room was quiet except for Granny's thick-heeled13) lace-up14) shoes clicking across the worn linoleum15) floor.She took the chopped carrots to the stove and added them to the soup.Then,as I sliced celery,I went on to complain about schoolwork,friends and family.As far as I was concerned,I had more troubles than the amount of chopped vegetables on the wooden cutting board in front of me.
Granny took it all in16),listening patiently while I sputtered17) about the bits and pieces of grief6 in my life.Wiping her hands on her apron,she brushed a strand18) of curly7 gray hair from her brow and sat down next to me.That close,I could smell the scent8 of her face powder19).It not only whitened her face but made every wrinkle9 show up too.
I stopped cutting and looked into my grandmother's blue-gray eyes.Her expression was stern20) yet gentle.“Nancy,”she started,“there's nothing wrong with a little trouble in your life.It adds character.”
I sat back,but Granny leaned closer.Her glasses,which hung from a chain around her neck,hit the table,emphasizing her movement.I know she must have something important to say.
“Do you like my soup?”she asked.Soup?I wondered.I thought we were talking about my life.
“I love your soup,Granny.”I said.
“Well,you know,a lot of people don't make home-made soup these days.They say it's too much trouble.First you have to cook a nice broth1 and then chop all the vegetables into bite-size pieces.”
“But I don' t mind a little trouble,”she said.“It adds variety and flavor to my soup--and to my life.My soup would be pretty bland10 without the vegetables,and so would my life if it didn't have the little ups and downs21).”
After pausing she added,“Besides,you have to remember that God knows exactly what he' s cooking up in your life.You've got to trust him with the recipe22).”She smiled and then walked to the sink to start washing the dishes.
While I helped Granny clean up,I thought about what she had said.I still had a few days to practice my oral report.
That Saturday,Granny gave me food for thought as well as a bowl of her homemade soup.Every spoonful of Granny's masterpiece23) was loaded with delicious bits of meat and vegetables.As I enjoyed the meal with my grandparents,somehow my problems didn't seem quite so big anymore.I would have to work on them,but Granny had said hard work paid off24).Maybe I too could turn a little trouble into something as special as Granny's homemade soup.
by Nancy Otto Boffo
引人深思
小的时候我是在新泽西长大的,那时,我就喜欢和祖父母一起度周末。他们的老房子很大,温暖又舒适。我觉得在奶奶的小厨房里特别随意、放松。我们常在那里进行亲密的交谈。奶奶总是在她准备的每一个菜谱里加上点滴哲理。
我特别清楚地记得,那是一个星期六的早晨,那时我大概是11岁,前一天我在那儿刚过的夜,吃完早点,我问奶奶:“你今天做什么汤?”我已闻到旧煤气炉上有蓝色斑点的搪瓷锅里炖的肉汤的香味。
“蔬菜牛肉汤,”她回答道。“你可以帮我切点儿胡萝卜和芹菜。”
奶奶在她那粗壮的腰上系了个围裙。我们从冰箱里取出了蔬菜:洋葱、胡萝卜、芹菜、土豆,还有菜花。她递给我刀和菜板,以便我做我那份活。
我边慢吞吞地给胡萝卜削着皮,边抱怨道:“我下礼拜还要做一个口头的读书报告,我有些害怕。”
奶奶看了看我,然后回头看了看她手里的那把掂量好了的切碎的洋葱。她把洋葱放在汤锅里,说:“大多数人都害怕在公众面前讲话,但你要知道,我们惟一要怕的就是害怕本身。那么你到底怕什么呢?”
我一下倒在靠椅里。“好像什么都怕,我不喜欢站在众人面前。我如果忘了要说的话怎么办?如果有人嘲笑我怎么办?”
“要是你一切都做得很好呢?”奶奶说。“你有没有准备发言稿?”
“嗯,没有,那要多花工夫。”
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1 broth | |
n.原(汁)汤(鱼汤、肉汤、菜汤等) | |
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n.围裙;工作裙 | |
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
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v.警告,提醒,劝…小心( caution的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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adj.尖的,直截了当的 | |
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n.悲伤,悲痛,悲伤的事,悲痛的缘由 | |
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n.气味,香味,香水,线索,嗅觉;v.嗅,发觉 | |
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n.皱纹;vi.(使)起皱纹,皱眉;vt.使起皱纹 | |
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adj.淡而无味的,温和的,无刺激性的 | |
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