Life is good, and I am perfect

There is nothing like it, not ever, not anywhere, having Heaven Admin next door.

This is one day --  Wednesday -- a couple of days ago by the time you read this. This could be any day since Heaven Admin arrived here, however.

I am working in my office. Silently, in walks Heaven Admin with Yerba Mate tea for me to drink from his special gourd and bombilla. [See the blog the day before yesterday's.]

Next he comes in bearing a little glass pot of fresh hot ginger and parsley tea.

Heaven Admin is on a fruit fast right now. Despite my insistence that he let me cook for myself, at lunch a delicious hearty vegetable stew appears, the most delicious stew ever known to man. It is thick and creamy. Nothing could top this stew except the 100% rye bread that Heaven Admin made the day before from his own freshly-made sour dough culture.

I did have to wander over there myself, however. There was no delivery.

Mid-afternoon, Heaven Admin comes over with a little bowl filled with my all-time favorite dessert that I had briefly told him about. I practically swoon just writing about this. This is what my all-time favorite dessert is:

It is a very ripe fresh persimmon mashed into a pudding consistency.  Then sprinkle on a few walnuts. And then -- listen to this -- you pour a generous amount of heavy cream over the persimmon and walnuts. Stir all this, and the heavy cream takes on shades of the persimmon color to say nothing of the flavor. This is, indeed, the ambrosia of the Gods.  There is nothing in the world to equal this. You don't know what happiness is until you taste this bliss-bestowing fresh persimmon with walnuts and thick heavy cream.

Wouldn't you too be starry-eyed if someone kept bringing you such wonders and delighting you every time?

I could go on and on, for, unbelievably, there is even more! There is even more!

All right, I will go on and on.

Remember, all this incredible hospitality happens even while Heaven Admin himself is fasting and eating fruit and only fruit and a little homemade milk kefir which is also out of this world -- and he is supposed to be the guest!

What does he deliver to me around suppertime? Fresh sprouts he has made. Can you imagine? Lots of fresh sprouts of diverse kinds for me to use in salad.

Not only fresh sprouts but also another batch of fresh sprouts ground up with parsley, almond butter, and other wonderful things. This becomes like a pesto that I gladly eat up by spoonfuls.

And there's more!

A few minutes later he comes over with a sprouted falafel mix he has made from scratch with more sprouts. Heaven Admin gives me directions on how to make the mix into balls and cook in coconut oil and invite some friends over.

By this time, I am well aware of how lucky I am. In fact, I begin to think I must be the cat's meow.  After all, if am so well-treated, I must deserve it, even if I don't know how I did.

As proud of myself as I am, I start to think of what I can do for Heaven Admin to reciprocate in my small way. I decide to give him homemade goat milk kefir that I made. Making homemade kefir, by the way, is the only thing I can seem to keep up with. Heaven Admin, in addition to everything I have mentioned, also keeps up with making Kombucha tea and bubbling water kefir.

I strain the goat milk kefir in order to capture the kefir babies which I rinse before starting another jar of kefir to culture for tomorrow.

When I have finished, naturally, I lick the strainer. I have a good time licking the strainer. I lick it inside, outside, all around the edges, slurping it up. And, boy, do I enjoy my tongue wiggling around the strainer, catching every drop of the remaining kefir. Not on your life do I ever waste even one molecule of the kefir I make.

So I deliver precious raw goat milk kefir to Heaven Admin, and he is suitably impressed. I am feeling pretty good about myself by this time. In fact, I feel virtuous. You might even say smug.  I am so on top of the world that I don't think once about pride going before a fall. At this time, I am infallible. It doesn't occur to me in the slightest that I could ever fall on my face. Not I! Life is too good, and I am perfect!

As further evidence of my goodness, I decide to go to Everybody's and pick up some fresh milk for Heaven Admin's next batch of kefir.  I, Goody-Two-Shoes, am going to save Heaven Admin a trip, and all of this is simply from the goodness of my heart.

All goes well as I get ready to leave.  We are at the door. Heaven Admin smilingly watches me as I put on boots, my coat, scarf, mittens. I smile back at him. As I am cheerfully ready to go out the door, Heaven Admin off-handedly says to me:

"Gloria, you'd better wipe off that kefir from the tip of your nose before you go."

I ask you, is it a friend who waits that long before he says anything?