Soul Food

www.route-66-diner.com

I didn't intend to take the whole day off. It was just a lunch with Dan but there's no way I can return to work now. Not after those cinnamon rolls. Not after the lunch I just packed away.

The Route 66 Diner is located, not surprisingly, in Tulsa's Route 66 district. Fresh bread is made everyday and eating it is a spiritual experience. This is the kind of bread that should be served in churches, although the yeast thing would drive some of my holier-than-thou friends nuts. (note -- did you know that the whole thing with yeast in the bible is the idea that sin causes us to go outside our boundaries, like dough rising, hence the whole unleavened thing. After today's bread, I say, what kind of a God wouldn't eat bread like this???) I remember when I was a kid, eating my grandmother's baking and I would find myself humming, the food was that good. As I sat today in the cool autumn air, finishing off a slice (more like a a slab) of that great bread I felt like that kid again, coming in after playing outside, eating something that was both soulful and sinful.

After the lunch I couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate. I indulged other appetites. I stopped by the library and checked out two new authors. I stopped by my favorite florist and found candles and I am content this afternoon, in the lingering scent of fig/olive and the remains of a cinnamon roll to simply loll through the afternoon.