we have a pressing question, don’t know how to proceed, need an expert’s advice, need it quick!
something that surprised me as a new blogger was the existence of a whole behind-the-curtain world in which i could see all manner of things that the reader of my blog could not. one of the most fascinating details revealed in that hidden place was just how a person had found their way to my site. it never reveals WHO, only HOW. i can’t know your name or your address, your nickname, where you spend your money or what your so-called guilty pleasures are. i only know the street you took to get to my place…which is actually very little. i can understand if you don’t find it all that interesting. but read on. you may.
many such searches have resulted in a person landing at cooking-spree completely by accident. believe me, it’s obvious. and i presume they quickly move on. some of those searches i’ve thought of sharing with you before because they’ve made me laugh out loud and i thought they might do the same for you. but today i came upon one that i simply couldn’t keep to myself.
we’ve all done this…in our haste to know what to do, what a French word means, how to fill in those blanks in our crossword puzzle, how to convert ounces to grams, how to unclog a drain, how to file our dog’s toenails with a dremmel..we google, and then we fail to take that extra moment to check out the names of the sites that arise from our search. we simply go about clicking on them.
no, not this one. next. click. no, not that.
and so it goes.
well, today, someone had a pressing problem, and they went googling for an expert’s advice. they found me.
they put their search into complete-question form (which is rather impressive in an age when we lol and btw.) the question to google was:
“What is the situation in which a kid needs a spanking with a wooden spoon?”
i’ll give you a moment or two with this…
[i hum Jeopardy music here.]
the searcher didn’t notice that i’m a cooking spree…and that nothing about the name suggests that i would know a thing about correcting a child, let alone under what circumstances to do so with a spoon.
did they laugh to themselves when they saw a photo of the backside of a pomegranate being spanked with a wooden spoon and the seeds flying into a bowl beneath? did that change the mood of the moment? did they linger awhile here and find cures for doldrums, or see sunshine in a glass? or a recipe that brought back a sweet piece of their own childhood? did they take a deep and peaceful breath here?
i can hope!
but i suppose here is where it gets a little weird for me. to know how they found their way here, but to not be able to reach out feels just odd to me. it goes against the way i’m built. they found me, even by accident, but i can’t find them, even on purpose.
what difference would it make if i could? i’d love to sit down with them and just listen. maybe say a few words too. like – “what parent doesn’t, at some point or another, pull their hair out in exasperation?” “What do i DO in a situation like this then?” they’d ask. “i know. i do! but dear heart, wooden spoons are for stirring puddings, and only recently have they been discovered to be good for spanking pomegranates. there’s always a better way with our children. maybe we could drink some tea, you and i, and bake some cookies together and just talk…or maybe you could take a little break and leave your ‘naughty little bugger’ to bake with me. you’ll feel better after some fresh air, and they’ll feel better after some sifting and stirring, and after eating a small plate of warm cookies made with their own proud hands.”