Yes, but what is pride, if not a mixture of awe, appreciation, and, well, accomplishment. Add just a dash of superiority, fold, bake at 350 for an hour. Voila! Pride pudding.
I was proud of how the Jews rose up against the Nazis in the Warsaw ghetto, although I'm not Jewish and have no connection whatsoever to the event. The only connection is an awe and appreciation of the sacrifice and bravery, a sense of accomplishment for all of mankind, and a bit of superiority for good standing up to the vilest evil.
An occasional sense of pride, even that where the only common thread connecting us is shared humanity, is normal and healthy; to excess, it rots the soul. Those gourmands among us who dine too frequently on such a pudding eventually start to take it for granted. Many become professional athletes and politicians... |
