Random Acts of Creativity

Friends,

We underestimate human creativity at our own peril. People around us are always coming-up with new ideas, big and small. I love those small unexpected surprises that bring a big smile to my face. Here are a few examples from recent days.

My youngest son, Rafael, came-up to me with a bundle of plastic characters asking me to guess what it was. I recognized the three figures as different versions of Link, the main character in the Legend of Zelda video game, and noticed they were surrounded by a small chain. It's a chain link fence, he says to me, smiling. As I'm still laughing, he pulls-up what appears to be the arm of another Link figurine. What's this? he says. I give up. The missing Link! It appears he has inherited his father's sense of humor.
His older brother, Pablo, delighted us with an exploration of Twinkie cuisine. I had heretofore thought of Twinkies as the snack of last resort, when the zombie apocalypse renders biodegradable food inedible. Boy was I wrong. It appears you can use it as a hot dog bun (an idea he borrowed from the Al Yankovic movie UHF). Garnish it with a spray of easy cheese! And, for desert, you can batter and deep fry them (apparently a delicacy in the South). While it was delicious, I may need to have my coronary artery checked.

Speaking of culinary adventures, a colleague had tipped me off to the opening of Berkely donuts a couple of months ago (thank you Marilyn!). It took me a while to make the trek --a wrong I've righted. They use potatoes in the dough, which gives them some heft and a special kind of sweetness. I think the two socially distant colleagues I met there would agree, the longer trek and higher price were both definitely worth it!

This morning, I hope your donut is as good as the Boston creme Berkley donut I had for breakfast. If not, there is still time to put on some pants and get creative with your donut selection.

Happy Friday!

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