Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!
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I Did It Maguey
Maguey (aka Agave) plants live somewhere between
10 to 25 years –unless, that is, they’re harvested for tequila, or its cousins,
mezcal, sotol and pulque (a worthy topic for another blog J). These spiny
plants are arguably one of the most useful known to man. They can be planted
atop fences for protection, dried-up for rope or used as needle and thread in a
pinch. There are recipes for desserts made with its flesh and, as we mentioned,
strong drink can be brewed from its juice. It’s a versatile construction material –the leaves can be used as
roof tiles and the flower stalk as a house beam. It also serves as a billboard
to carve your loved one’s initials. There are quite a few varieties. Blue we all
know. There is also the green agave and in the Andean highlands above 9,500 feet
grows a variety we call Achupilla, among many others.
When the end is near, a thirty-foot-tall
flower stalk shoots-up from the center of the plant. This glorious reproductive
display becomes its final act. Not unlike males in some spider and praying mantis
species, agave plants go out with a bang. I’ve often thought it a shame that
this spectacular growth spurt (massive exrection? –sorry, couldn’t resist) is
followed by death. Couldn’t the plant simply forgo this stage and continue living
indefinitely? Perhaps, but then, that would be the end of the line. Without the
“chahuarquero” (Ecuadorian for agave flower stalk), there would be no new “pencos”
(Ecuadorian for agave). And so, in death there is new life. Like a grain of
wheat must die in order to become a new plant, so too the penco dies to bring life
to the next generation. There’s something beautifully poetic about this thought,
don’t you think? And speaking of wheat, I think I’ll grab a donut and ponder the
circle of life (get it?) as it applies to my newfound career stage. Heck, a shot of
tequila might be the perfect complement.
Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired
Friends, My family gained a new daughter last week. As I welcome the freshly minted Mrs. González, I wish the new couple a lasting, loving, happy and tranquil marriage. I am also reminded of a special delivery I received at the wedding. A few weeks ago, my niece/goddaughter held a “go fund me” and offered to stitch something for the donors. I, of corse, asked for a horse jumping through a donut. The completed masterpiece depicting this unlikely combo now has a special place in my office, and brings a smile to my face every time I see it. That said, I may forgo the obligatory donut today and opt for some of the leftover cake we still have at the house. Happy Friday! New addition to the Family Horse through donut with the artist Horse through donut at it’s new home shelf P.S. The donut wall in action.
Friends, You know life is good when even dinner smiles at you. That said, digging into smiley soup can pose a dilemma. At a conscious level, you know it’s just inert food. Inanimate, unsentient, incapable of emotion or feeling. Still, those cute cross eyed egg eyes and that little pepper smile are saying ”I’m your friend” —and friends don’t eat friends. Naming your anthropomorphic dish only makes matters worse. Eventually, being the monster I am, hunger wins. Mmmm, delicious! (Sorry, Sally). Speaking of which, maybe skip the smiley faces on that next dozen donuts. Happy Friday! ;-)