Why I paint

Sometimes I come to ideas by nonconventional routes.
   A few weeks ago, I'd defrosted a 5 pound package of ground beef, as I'd not taken the time to separate it before freezing. I thought once it was soft, I'd shape it into patties for hamburgers. When the time came, I was occupied and couldn't take the time needed to pat out and cook all of that. In a pinch, and in fear that the beef would go bad if I didn't cook it, I came up with an idea.
   I added a few spices, nothing fancy, just onion powder, salt, pepper and whatever else I grabbed. I think it was something green, dry and leafy.  Next, I thought I'd just chance it. I put the whole 5 lbs in a baking pan. It used to be a roast before it was ground, so I just stuck it all back together in a sort of cake fashion or a big thick patty. I set the oven on something that seemed like it might work. It could have been 350 or 425. What do I know? Anyway, I put it in the oven.
  I got the feeling of being somewhat proud of my idea after I started smelling it cooking. I thought, "You know, others might want to benefit from this discovery! They'd never have to mess with hamburgers again! No standing over grills or popping grease! This could revolutionize the burger industry!"
  Basking in my ingenuitive brilliance, and about 45 minutes into the baking, I had a moment of clarity. It came to me quietly as awakenings often do....
Meatloaf! sighs
I had made accidental meatloaf.
That's why I paint.
tina jones