Food, life

Oh My, Oh My, Oh My


If ever there was a genius matching of word and meaning, it’s level.  Just look at it.  Completely balanced with a pivot point smack dab in the middle.  I see a teeter-totter with seat backs.  Change the spelling to levil, and it no longer is.

Evil might be more accurately spelled evol, because love sometimes turns it around.

Or perhaps it should be spelled efil, because it is the exact opposite of life.

As my sweet little beagle and I were rounding the corner house on our block, the frail, lovely, porcelain-skinned lady who lives there approached.  She gleefully expressed her love for dogs as she bent to pet my friend.  As she straightened back up, she looked me right in the eye and said, “You know, dog is god spelled backward.”  I smiled and carried on.

Dog is God spelled backward?  Was she saying that dogs are like God?  Or was she saying dogs are the opposite of god?  Is she daft?  I really don’t see her out much.  And her grown son seems to have moved in with her.  He’s out doing yard work whenever I walk by.  Perhaps she suffers from dementia.  Or maybe she just likes to play with words.  Funny how I ponder her odd statement whenever I round that corner.

Silly and giggle are well-named words.  So are luscious and luxurious.  Gentle and soothe. Whisper.  Whistle!  It puts your mouth right in the proper position.

As far as I’m concerned, a well-made beurre blanc should be renamed “oh my, oh my, oh my”.  Like the one I had at Traders Cafe and Store on Sanibel Island.  Chilean sea bass with cilantro beurre blanc, pico de gallo and shrimp risotto.  Oh my, oh my, oh my. 

Now I’m hungry and it is nearly noon.  Noon, now there’s a straight up word.  No tall letters to cast a shadow.

Surely I have overlooked the ultimate in well-named words, so I will rely on you, dear wordsmith, to furnish it for me.  In the meantime, I think I’ll check out Sounds Right.  There are bound to be some good words there.