Penguins

I hadn’t posted at my regularly scheduled time last week because I couldn’t think of anything interesting to talk about. So naturally, I turned to my dear friend Pineapples (who has chosen her alias of her own accord) and asked her for some inspiration. Her answer was penguins, so, here we go.

I don’t know a lot about penguins. Off of the top of my head are a few “facts”, which could just be my brain warping things I’ve read: they live in the South Pole, they are birds, and they are dearly loved as characters in certain movies.

Now, when I think of penguins, I think of the “3-2-1 Penguins!” of my childhood. This show went hand-in-hand with Veggie Tales, which I dearly love. This blog post is not going to be a rant about the new Veggie look that came out in late 2014, and it’s not going to be about Veggie Tales, actually.

It’s about growing up (see how my mind works?). Growing up is inevitable. At some point in your youth, your Christmas presents are no longer Littlest Pet Shop or American Girl Dolls. Instead, you start to receive more socks than you thought possible. You stop watching Disney Channel, and your taste buds evolve to the point of enjoying vegetables.

Growing up is pretty scary, even excluding the vegetable part. I mean, when your friends start driving, and working, and (gag) dating, life seems different. Your friend groups change, your interests change, and your parents start saying things like, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when you go off to college!”

This isn’t really a complete thought, and I apologize for that. But if you take the time to read and soak up what I’m saying, you may receive the benefits of what my favorite English teacher calls a “Lexi Ramble”.

Penguins.

Being a Chicken

Now, I know what you may be thinking. The picture you clicked on and being a chicken don’t have anything in common. And at face value, that’s true. This picture was taken at the Tuckahoe Street Fair in Bellwood, PA, which is a one day, small-town fair that has existed for thirty years. People of all ages are welcome to attend and purchase little trinkets, such as painted boxes, soap, pumpkins, quilts, raffle tickets, and–perhaps best of all–baked goods.

Some of the most popular goodies that are available at the Street Fair are “The Dingeldein Family Baked Goods”, made by my aunts. One in particular–my Aunt Nancy’s sponge cakes–vanish with the snap of a finger. Many people may not know the history behind those cakes, but I had the privilege of learning it from my grandmother.

The sponge cakes did not originate with my grandma, or even my great-grandma. Those delicious desserts go the entire way back to my great-great-grandmother, who had free-range chickens in her yard. The chickens had the habit of laying eggs all over the lawn, in random places. In order to use the eggs well and not allow them to go to waste, she started to bake sponge cakes, and thus the tradition traveled down the generations to the Street Fair.

To this day, there would be no Dingeldein Sponge Cakes without those chickens. Those chickens are the root of a legacy. The continuation of the tale comes from the choices that my relatives made, but there would be nothing without those chickens. That is what blows my mind.

Begin a legacy. Be somebody’s chicken.