I was born to write and sing and cook. Others are born unto their own stations in life. Each of us has found the resources to get what we need to some degree and most of us will agree that we wish we had learned something else or in addition too instead. Today I had wished I was a computer genius and later I wished I was an attorney of business law. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I will aspire to be a comedienne...hahaha. I think I aspired on that one a bit too often.
With what I have to work with and who I have to witness or try my technique on, it would appear that I have peaked at my skill surplus. I am past the point of singing for my supper and no where near as gorgeous as I had been when I had a band back before Lobo was but a thought. I am now and always will be a good mother and as far as my cooking goes, I am only as good as the reviews of my fans will report and there are just too many food "issues" running around today. This one don't like that and that one don't like this and they all pass their poor judgement and lack of culinary expertise onto their children for fear that if their kids eat better than they do they will show them up some how and rise above their station in life. I have seen children starving for vegetables and snork 'em down when served to them until a parent appears in the room with the look of shock and disapproval and dismay that their "widdle baby whatever" should choke to death on English Mushy Pea! The kids want to explore and are at the ideal age but the parents are so afraid that if the children like someone elses cooking over their own then they lose face or some form of entitlement in the child's eyes and they will start writing graffiti in the kitchen and smoking crack because they are so disobedient! Mostly mothers are at fault in this instance but in the case of single fathers that exist, their offspring too pick up the bad habits of the "residential" chef and let's face it...not everyone can cook or cook well.
It comes as no shock that when it comes to cooking I persevere. The shock comes later when I explain to people how little I actually eat and how obsessed I am with food. My writing as well but I can't write a bad poem if I tried nor can I write a bad letter. I just have a knack for these two skills which I felt would put me head and shoulders above the rest of the idiots slinging hash and monologuing in script. I'm good at it. Real good and it gets noticed, so it also doesn't surprise me that I even get the negative attention that comes from getting noticed. People get jealous. Brothers and sisters have fought over less and my family is no different as it would seem a lack of loyalty is perceived should any of their children prefer their aunt's sustenance over their own mommy's and daddy's. Today I was thankful one of my siblings had a significant other who was adept at computers. He helped my old (only 2yrs!) HP cough out a few more words and he and I are still trying to get it to come up to par. It is running better and for that I could bake him a ginormous pineapple upside down cake! Back in olden days that was how things were done. I got something you wanted and you got something I needed. He and I both work out of love of what we do and simple praise and a luxurious cake is payment all he needs. Me it is the praise and a visit and a hug. I trade easy as I cook not just for me but for them, them all. So I am in debt one cake to a man some take for granted and though he may not have the education of the Geek Squad at Best Buy he certainly can give them a run for their "cake"!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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