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| Sweetness behind the glass Laval, QC February 2013 |
We came here to pick up a few things for shiva* and I ended up gravitating toward the pastry counter for the same reasons I've gravitated here since I was a child. Like a moth to a flame, the fluorescent-lit, brightly-colored confections have always pulled me in. Not that I particularly ever want to eat this stuff - too sweet, too much - but the idea of something colorful and sweet never seems to lose its appeal.
And on this grey morning amid an endless week of grey mornings, this was just the shot of color that my soul needed. If only for a brief minute before we headed out the doors and returned to the grey, sad world from which we had come.
* Shiva: Jewish house of mourning, where immediate relatives are greeted by visiting friends and family for a period of one week. (Wiki, Aish.com, Judaism.com)
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Is it culture or tradition- food must be the sign of comfort? something to do when tragedy happens... Maybe I am different, I have no desire to eat if I am preoccupied w/sadness..
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