Well I can remember the pride
I felt as a little kid putting together
my first peanut butter and jelly; what
a mess! Pure ambrosia! Next, I was
allowed to fill celery sticks a la Velveeta;
cringing here! Make no mistake, I was
expected to help with meals until I left
home; a fab learning experience. i was
fortunate enough to study Haute Cuisine
whilst in college. So loved preparing and
serving six course meals to special
friends during my 20 year sojourn in
Mexico. Much enjoyed spicing up parties
with special dishes upon my return. The
laugh is, I now open the fridge and see
what falls out. What happened to all that
joy and zest for creating special meals?
Even my besties are lucky to get a meal
out of me when they come to visit. Me
thinks I'm going to pass onto the better
life with a slice of toast in one hand and
a glass of milk in the other. Oh my God!
I've come full circle . . . get me the hell
out of this story!!!
love me some good eats
full body in evidence
must rehab myself
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