A slice of HoopDeDoopDee

The Great Plotnik has always loved 'Bird by Bird' by Anne Lamott, and rereads it from time to time to remind himself what the title means. It means you don't have to paint the whole masterpiece every day. Take it one step at a time. If you can't figure out how to start your report on birds, just take it Bird by Bird.

Sadly, in her later books, Anne Lamott discovered fAITH, which is faith with a capital AITH. Plotnikies like faith when it comes in small letters, but CAPS scare us. They are usually followed by We Know, You Don't. We all know where it goes from there.

And Plotnikies do have faith.

Plotnikies have faith in a filet cooked over a bed of mesquite and served in a cafe overlooking the Dardanelles by beautiful servers carrying bottles of vintage wine while musicians play ukeleles and accordions in the background and the village singers dance naked on the table top as the chef and his four daughters bring the five-foot-in-diameter cream filled pie known as the HoopDeDoopDee to the table.

The Plotnikie sage Gram-Pa once said 'If the most vicious enemies came to Grandma's for dinner, they'd end up friends." The Great Plotnik agrees. There is no struggle on Earth that can't be helped by a slice of HoopDeDoopDee.