I had a burning desire to watch the film Babettes Feast one evening last winter. I imagined having a fantastic evening, curled up in my warm bed covers to the film with some cookies I had made earlier that day and a fresh ginger tea. I spent the entire day looking forward to the evening had created in my mind!
Once the evening finally came around, I ran over to the video shop around the corner, greeting everyone whom I met with a wide smile and a “hi”, and went directly to the computer to locate the film in the shop. Yes! it was there, and so I took a mental note of the location and excitedly headed over to the little shelf where I would find my evening’s pleasure.
I must have had the biggest smile on my face, because two people passed by smiling back at me, saying that I must be in a great mood! And indeed I was. And so I looked and I looked for my film. And then I looked some more, doing a a slow scan of each film on the shelf and then a fast scan with my eyes again, repeated the process and was not able to find the film. I figured that I must have taken note of an incorrect number, and so I headed back to the computer and went through the initial procedure of locating my film. To my surprise, the number I had noted was indeed correct. OK. I then went back to the location and looked and looked and looked once again.
Slightly agitated, I went over to customer service desk and informed the lady working there that there must have been was a mistake with the computer indicating that my film was there, as I checked myself and was not able to find it.
The lady kindly looked into the computer and told me to go to where I had already been twice. I told her that I was certain it was not there. She then suggested that we go together and I led the way, ready to show her that the computer was in the wrong.
I pointed to the location and said “see, it is not there” with a slight look of distress and “ha, I told you so” attitude.
The lady stood there next to me in silence and then looked up at me as if I had seven eyes-or none as the case seemed to have been. Then her look became expressionless, blank, and I had no clue what she was trying to tell me. She slowly extended her hand directly in front of my nose and placed her hands on the film I had been searching for all along. She then placed the film into my hands and walked off without saying one word.
I stood there absolutely dumbfounded, and with my mouth wide open. What had just happened?!? And if I correctly understood what just happened, how could that have just happened?!
I honestly felt a gush of hot air go rushing through my body as I stood there in my utter confused state. I had spent more than 5 minutes looking at this tiny shelf, over and over again. I thought that I had scanned through them thoroughly.
I must have pondered over this situation for a long while, because the lady returned with a smile on her face and said “ that happens sometimes. In fact it happens all the time. You are not crazy, don’t worry, come on.”
I closed my mouth and followed her to the counter, slowly and still confused.
Wow. I literally was staring at the film the entire time and had somehow overlooked it.
I left the shop feeling very displaced, and really in a very different state of mind from which I had entered into the shop. On my way home, I could not help but to ask myself how often I go through life searching for that which may be right there beside me-overlooking it as it looks at me right in the face-just waiting, waiting, waiting to be noticed!
As the saying goes, very often we do not realise that what we are looking for has been there all along.
How very true that applied to me that night!
I did enjoy my evening and the film, albeit with a concerted effort to be more aware of everything that was going on. After the film, I had a burning desire for Baba au Rhum, and since I do not drink alcohol, I created a recipe similar to that-without the alcohol and cream and without the traditional bundt pan. It turned out to be a lovely light sweet bread. Here is the recipe-enjoy!!!