daily prompt · Humor

Here’s the Thing

What food would you say is your specialty?

I don’t particularly like to cook, nor like to bake. And to be fair, I don’t have much time to do either one. But when I do undertake the savory or the sweet meal preparation, people tell me they like it. I don’t know if these people are lying to me, but the sheer numbers of seemingly pleased patrons point to the their honesty.

I have two specialties. No, three. Basil pesto on angel hair pasta, starting with freshly picked basil, and continuing on using all fresh ingredients. My second specialty is pasta e fagiole (“pasta fazool” – IYKYK) made from scratch. It takes hours but it’s worth it. It’s an old recipe from a first generation Italian- American.

My third specialty is dark chocolate brownies from the box. Many – if not all – of you might think that that’s not a specialty at all, but I disagree. To obtain the precise interior level of fudgey-ness and crispiness around the edges, without having the middle being underdone, is quite a feet and a feast indeed.

Oh, and please don’t tell me not to lick the batter bowl. I’m going to do it every time.

daily prompt · Humor

You Go First, WordPress

What major historical events do you remember?

No? Ok. I remember fossils becoming fossils, the creation of fire, dinosaurs roaming freely, how George Washington’s teeth were made, the beginning of the computer age, landline phones, and yes, sometimes even what happened yesterday.

Thankfully, I went to school and learned these things. Most of them I didn’t live (excepting what happened yesterday). WordPress, you sure know how to make a girl feel young.

daily prompt

Leaving It All Behind

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

Starting over in a new locale, with a new occupation, or lack thereof. New everything, even if it’s second-hand. I know where and I know what, but I dare not speak of my dreams until and when I leave this all behind.

daily prompt · Grief · Love

I Felt Like an Adult When…

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

I realized, after the death of my mother, I was rendered an orphan. It’s not a club I wanted a complimentary membership to. But it’s an unavoidable membership for most of us. When the realization hits, no matter one’s age – though admittedly, being a child and experiencing this would be devastatingly traumatic – it is felt like an inexplicable heaviness in the chest that seeps its way down to the ends of the toes. Because what is really happening is one is facing one’s own mortality. And if that doesn’t make you feel like an adult, nothing will.