Just last night, I stared straight into my golden retriever’s eyes and said silently, “Henry, do you really like that plain yogurt I give you every night with your dinner?”
He stared back liquid pools of brown love and answered, “Anything you give me is full of love, and how can love not taste divine?”
I sat back in my chair, stunned.
I wasn’t surprised that I’d heard Henry’s words as clearly as a train whistle, or a fog horn, or a hummingbird’s wings. His words have rung loudly other times, although I admit the phenomenon is rare.
Most times I feel his answer; if you’ve never communicated with an animal, you don’t know what I mean. But some dog or cat lovers are nodding their heads. We humans usually don’t like to admit that there’s a language bond between species, probably because humans own the ridiculous assumption that we’re superior to every other being.
No, I wasn’t shocked because he answered me, but instead taken aback by his words.
Food and love, giving and receiving, cooking and eating, all are part of the Divine. With a capital D.
I started measuring sugar, cracking eggs, pouring flour into a bowl, turning the mixer at full speed, then allowing the dog to lick the beaters as his special treat.
Lemon bars. Cooling now on the rack, ready to share with others.
Sharing the Divine.
1/2 c butter
1/4 c powdered sugar
pinch of salt
Mix all together with until creamed. Spread in greased 8×8 Pan and bake at 350# for 15 – 20 min.
2 beaten eggs
1 c sugar
2 Tbl lemon juice and grated rind of 1 lemon. Pour over hot dough, bake 20 min more. When cool, sprinkle with powdered sugar.