So, I've got a nice mug of mint tea in one hand -- made with fresh mint from the Roseholme Herb Garden -- and a bowl of some Hoppin' John-esque stuff in the other, onion and ham, field peas ("with snaps!" Snap) and corn with a bitta broth and garden marjoram, and suddenly (was it the pepper I put on the cherry tomatoes?*) a sneeze comes over me -- Choo! And another chasing it, ah-ah-AH-CHOO!
I don't have a whole lot of what dancers have -- kinesthetic sense, that feel for where one's limbs are and which way is up -- but I don't think I have ever been more aware of what my hands and arms were doing or maintained such total control while the rest of me was busy with that sneeze. Holy cow.
Didn't spill a drop. (Nor sneeze one out, either. Ew.)
* Most of the finger-food raw veggies I like just the way they are; but I grew up cutting cherry tomatoes almost in half and applying salt and pepper. They still taste best to me just that way.
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