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           Wasthisonefromthedeepgreensea?Hadthatonebeenshotfrombluesummerair?Wasitaswimmingfoodoraflyingfood,haditpumpedbloodorchlorophyll,haditwalkedorleanedafterthesun?Nooneknew.Nooneasked.Noonecared.

           Themostpeopledidwasstandinthekitchendoorandpeeratthebaking-powderexplosions,enjoytheclangsandrattlesandbangslikeafactorygonewildwhereGrandmastaredhalfblindlyabout,lettingherfingersfindtheirwayamongcanistersandbowls.

           Wassheconsciousofhertalent?Hardly.Ifaskedabouthercooking,Grandmawouldlookdownatherhandswhichsomegloriousinstinctsentonjourneystobeglovedinflour,,rtoplumbdisencumberedturkeys,wrist-deepinsearchoftheiranimalsouls.Hergrayeyesblinkedfromspectacleswarpedbyfortyyearsofovenblastsandblindedwithstrewingsofpepperandsage,soshesometimesflungcornstarch,versteaks,amazinglytender,succulentsteaks!Andsometimesdroppedapricotsintomeatleaves,cross-pollinatedmeats,herbs,fruits,vegetableswithnoprejudice,notoleranceforrecipeorformula,savethatatthefinalmomentofdelivery,mouthswatered,bloodthunderedinresponse.Herlandsthen,likethehandsofGreat-grandmabeforeher,wereGrandma’smystery,delight,andlife.Shelookedattheminastonishment,butletthemlivetheirlifethewaytheymustabsolutelyleadit.

           Butnowforthefirsttimeinendlessyears,herewasanupstart,aquestioner,alaboratoryscientistalmost,speakingoutwheresilencecouldhavebeenavirtue.