Wondering about that second cookie.
It exists, should I eat it?
If I eat it, it will still be all it was
before I gobbled it down.
New shape.
Different texture.
Same ingredients, same everything else.
Should I eat the cookie?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe.
It smells like a roast
but it feels like a story
of love,
of a garden,
and of home.
It is a long
painful
journey.
But the roast potatoes
are out
of this
world.
Sometimes in life, I feel the need to relax and spread the word about how good Nachos are.
Not just any Nachos.
Nachos with all of it.
Veggies.
Cheese.
Cheese.
Cheeeeeeeeeese.
(Oh, nooooo, you guys! I forgot the avocado and sour creeeeaam!)
Nachos.
Whatever confusion lies within this world, Nachos will always be there.
Nachos will
always
be
there
guys.
(Nommmmm. :P)
Dinner time arrives and the darling of the day is yet to find me.
Yet to whisper its sweet melody into my ready ear.
But…wait.
Darling, in an instant?
Music blaring from the iPod dock.
The story of my youth—
The eighties in a splash of pop and rock?
YES!
Absolutely yes.
And then it all begins. The hopping, the bopping.
The chopping, the stirring.
Dinner for fun, singing as I go. (Of course!)
And the little boy I made? Well. He’s all wide eyes and wondering…
Has Mum finally lost it?
Is this the moment her scrambled brain says…
Meeeeeeeep. Booooooop. POP!
Nope. Mum hasn’t lost it, Son.
She’s just…
A little bit in love.
With the eighties and all its wonderful SOUNDS.
Because darling is a good eighties bop along.
And darling is the way it makes you feel.
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