IN and OUT of doors

I've been baking a lot lately. Perhaps because it has been a long time since i've had the chance (four months without access to a kitchen). But now that we are house sitting at The Opal House I have become a mad woman in the kitchen.

One afternoon I was entertaining a couple neighborhood kids IN DOORS and thought they might enjoy baking something. We made oatmeal raisin cookies, not my favorite but we had no chocolate chips. I was playing the role of teacher, showing the kids how to break the eggs and how to measure the flour and so on.

And after we put the cookies in the oven we went OUT of DOORS to pick some oranges to make some juice. And this is when our roles switched. The kids got really excited walking among the trees and telling me about them. They pointed out a lemmon tree that I had failed to notice. And after asking permission they tore into the lemmons, started peeling them right there and tossing the slices into their mouths. I followed suit and it was refreshing but naturally sour. They helped me distinguish between the lime tree and the orange tree (because the fruit on the orange trees are often green too and the word they use for lemon, Lima, is what the dictionary would say is a lime and the word they use for lime, Limon, is what the dictionary would say is a lemon, so the citrus is all kind of confusing here) and then there was the avocado tree and the mysterious fruit tree whose name I didn't recognize and there was no more fruit on it so I'll have to wait to find out what kind of tree it is.

So, I just thought it was interesting how our roles changed IN and OUT of DOORS. Inside I was the teacher of appliances, ingredients, methods and OUT of Doors they were the reminding me of the beauty of barefoot fruit sampling and finding joy in sour citrus.

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You see, we both need each other. No Man Is an Island.