Didn't quite make it to bed yet. Because I've been meaning to find this story for some time and I just remembered to track it down just now. I am now reminded that I read it in Benjamin Hoff's 'The Tao of Pooh', although I may have encountered it elsewhere also:
A certain Samurai had a reputation for impatient and hot-headed behaviour. A Zen master, well known for his exceptional cooking, decided the warrior needed to be taught a lesson before he became any more dangerous. He invited the samurai to dinner.
The samurai arrived at the appointed time. The Zen master told him to make himself comfortable while he finished preparing the food. A long time passed. The samurai waited impatiently. After a while he called out: "Zen Master, have you forgotten me?"
The Zen master came out of the kitchen. "I am very sorry" he said "Dinner is taking longer to prepare than I had thought. He went back to the kitchen.
A long time passed. The samurai growing hungrier by the minute. At last he called out, a little softer this time:"Zen Master, please - when will dinner be served?"
The Zen master came out of his kitchen. "I'm sorry. There has been a further delay. It won't be much longer." He went back into the kitchen.
A long time passed. Finally, the samurai couldn't endure the waiting any longer. He rose to his feet, chagrined and ravenously hungry. Just then the Zen Master entered the room with a tray of food. First he served miso shiru (soy bean soup).
The samurai gratefully drank the soup, enchanted by its flavour. "Oh, Zen Master," he exclaimed, this is the finest miso shiru I have ever tasted! You truly deserve your reputation as an expert cook!"
"It's nothing," replied the Zen Master modestly,"only miso shiru."
The samurai set down his empty bowl. "Truly magical soup! What secret spices did you use to bring out the flavour?"
"Nothing special," the Zen Master replied.
"No, no-I insist. The soup is extraordinarily delicious!"
"Well, there is one thing…"
"I knew it!" exclaimed the samurai, eagerly leaning forward. "There had to be something to make it taste so good! Tell me–what is it?"
The Zen Master softly spoke: "It took time," he said.
Well my dear, it would seem that you have made your way into my subconscious. I read this story here last night, but delved straight into it without reading where it came from. I've always associated this book with you, and it helped me out today in getting my blog set up.
ReplyDeleteI've also just noticed that I've totally bitten your blog stylez. I'll get on changing mine soon ;)