A Variety Complex
I journey. I journal.
Trips to the market are always lessons in diversity. This is not meant in reference to the people sharing the shopping space. What I’m referring to is the selection of goods.
A recent market visit came with a taste for liver and onions, a dish I’ve learned to simmer to perfection. Experience makes it taste its best. It also calls for a plump, highly fragrant white onion.
The onion section is the United Nations of spice; so many different variations, hues and origins, each of them from destinations I’ll likely never visit. They represent the wonders of the world indiscriminately.
Me wanting and craving a white onion for my liver dish is no disrespect to brown-skinned onions. I even grabbed a red onion, and I can comfortably call it what it is without feeling bigoted.
Taking them home and placing them next to Spanish, sweet, and green onions in my refrigerator vegetable drawer is not done to create a variety complex.
They are what they are, and they can coexist without judgement.
Everything I’ve done up to this point in my life has prepared me for what’s to come. That’s called and referred to as experience. If you’re reading this, please believe what you need is ahead of you too. That’s called and referred to as potential.
