If I’m standing in the kitchen…at first glance, one would assume I’m knowledgeable with all the herbs, seasonings, utensils and cookware that ornament my kitchen counters, cabinets and drawers. Unfortunately, I’m the one that has a favorite recipe that I want someone else to cook – especially holiday dishes. Of course my family and real friends know that I am farthest from the master or top chef. I didn’t spend my childhood in the midst of holiday planning alongside my great-grandmother, grandmother, mother or aunts assisting with rolling the dough, sprinkling salt over my shoulder or measuring the exact amount of flour or sugar for a baked surprise.
I was the ten-year old lil’ diva creating poems, short stories, place settings, menus and place cards for the holiday vision I dreamed. As I set the table and decorated the rooms, I waited patiently on the sideline to lick the spoon and tongue surf the bowls left with pie filling and cake batter remnants. Surprisingly enough, my sweet tooth has allowed me to carve out just enough space for my attention span to zoom in on the art and intrigue of baking cakes and cookies from scratch; but that is as close to an apron, mixer and stove where you’ll convince me to explore the idea of existing in the kitchen.
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