Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm listening to Yo Yo Ma. What is it about the cello? Its voice has depth and complexity, almost human. I once wrote a short story about a boy with a cello whose mother hears his music as a lamentation. My daughter is going to Trader Joe's this morning and asked if I wanted some groceries. I have my favorites from there, though Instacart is shopping for me at a local store with great fresh produce and mostly everything I need. But what do I crave? Hash browns, veggie sausages, a seafood blend of shrimp, calamari and scallops, frozen chocolate croissant dough that rises through the night and is ready to bake in the morning, bisquit dough you bake. All of those available at Trader Joes. These little treats become highlights in a pandemic. Yesterday I adapted a brownie recipe from Joy of Cooking so that it had no sugar, corn syrup or other sweetener. I folded in lots of walnuts, and found it baked fine and tasted pretty good. I warned my husband it was not going to taste sweet, but he wanted one anyway and pronounced it good. Score one for diabetics!