I know I can be a scowling noodge at time, and some people pointedly question why I am a Unitarian Universalist. (Usually after I’ve said something distinctly Christian or critical of the current UUA administration, neither of which I consider valid reasons for having “the door” suggested.)
That said, I had one of those moments of “cultural Unitarian Universalism” that I thought I’d share.
OK, I was in the seaweed aisle of Whole Foods. I’d just gotten an English cucumber and a box of low-fat firm tofu and thought I needed something to top my dinner’s rice.
Thoughts, roughly in order:
“Nori sheets are far too pricey.”
“Should I try the dulse flakes? Ah, they come from Maine.” (At which point I thought of Adam.)
“I already have a bag of kombu at home.”
I settled on a canister nori flakes from Maine, and realized that my shopping trip — and assorted choices — wouldn’t cause the faintest flutter at most UU churches. Well, perhaps in Maine.