Mama Says Be Fearless

Usually Mama likes to be silly and witty in her posts. Lord knows we could all use a little dose of humor in our lives. Today it is a little hard for me to want to be silly.

This has been a tough few years for America. I feel like every damn time I turn around some horrible tragedy is taking more lives. Today bombs exploded in Boston in what appears to be a well coordinated act of terrorism. From domestic or foreign I can not say. I have no theories on who committed this and at this point  I am not interested in hunting people down to exact vengeance. I have never been an eye for an eye kind of girl. Yes I want whoever did this to be caught and to go before a jury but it is not my first thought.

For me and my family I am more concerned with making sure my sons understand that these kinds of acts are not going to define who we become. In their young lives they have seen 9/11. School shootings. Movie theater shootings. Suicides of young girls who were raped and had pics of it posted on social media. Senators shot in the head. One thing after another has changed the face of the world that they live in.

I was trying to remember what had happened when I was a child that was on scale to what my sons have witnessed in their time. Perhaps my memory is rusty but I couldn't think of many things. I barely remember the attempted assassination of Regan. I was too young to understand when Lennon was shot. I remember watching the Challenger explode. That has stuck with me for a lifetime. A horrible accident but still forever ingrained in my memory. After that I don't think my generation saw too many horrific things. We had the threat of gang violence but it didn't really touch the area I lived. Columbine came when I was pregnant with my first son. Already an adult I didn't have to see the tragedy through a child's eyes.

How do I help my sons cope with the horror that has become almost a bi-monthly happening when I have no point of reference? Yes we had bad things happen when we were children. The magnitude and frequency has escalated greatly though. The ability to access information and see the horrors is a reality we did not have. Maybe my memory is so lacking because I didn't get exposed to it when it happened. I rarely saw a news broadcast growing up. CNN was in it's infancy and not many people had fancy cable channels. You were seriously rich if you had a satellite or HBO. We had no internet  Communication was not as fast and widespread as it is now.

 I had no option of keeping the events of today from my boys. All I could do was text my older son and ask him to please keep his younger brother occupied and away from the internet. I did not want him stumbling on the pictures. It was enough that he knew it happened. It was enough that at 2:30 when he was let out of school for the day, the first text I got from my younger son was "Mom was it North Korea? You said their bombs couldn't hit us." For weeks now the child has seen bits and pieces about North Korea and I have had to reassure him almost daily that we are not in danger right now.

It breaks my heart that my children have these fears. I am terrified that they are going to become adults who are fearful of the outside world. Adults who are terrified to go to a gathering with their fellow human beings because they fear for their safety. Will they live seeing shadows in every corner constantly wary that at any moment tragedy will strike. Since I have no first hand experience I can only offer the strength I have and hope to all things holy it is enough. I repeat to them the same thing every time something like this has happened in recent years. In humanities darkest hours, there is always good. I can not find an instance in history where people did not stand up for good. People sacrificed for the greater good. People that ran towards the tragedy instead of away. Every single horrible moment in history is filled with stories of hero's  Ordinary people who refused to allow tragedy and fear to overwhelm them. Men and women who shine like beacons of hope throughout it all. I can not live in fear when I have that absolute faith in my fellow human beings. Hopefully planting this seed of hope and faith will lead my sons and all of the other children born during these last thirteen years through to a place beyond fear. A place where they will not allow the tragic events of their childhoods to keep them from embracing the wonder and joy of coming together in groups of people to share in the spirit of something bigger than themselves.

My heart and thoughts go out to everyone in Boston and wherever tragedy is the daily face of your reality. Love ya all-Mama K

Mama Finds the Answers to Gun Violence

Since the horrible shooting at Sandy Hook last December schools, parents, and the nation as a whole have all been left trying to figure out how this could have been prevented. I too sat around in the days following the tragedy wondering where things had gone so terribly wrong. My heart ached for the families. I am a mother. I can not actually even begin to comprehend the loss. I can only know that even the thought of losing one of my sons paralyzes me. I know life would never again be the same. As our nation mourned we opened up the debate on gun violence more fervently then ever before. While the argument raged on we sent our children back to school and hoped that they were safe.

The search for answers left us with no answers.  People were left fearful. Some schools decided the best option was to have teachers armed with guns. Other schools tried to profile students hoping they could determine which kid is the next threat to society. Teachers and parents are all on high alert. In the midst of this of the chaos  my 5th grader and his friend drew some pictures of aliens fighting. This set off a chain of events that disturbed me and frightened me on a whole new level.



Pictures like the one above have been drawn by little boys for as long as they have been able to draw. I am sure thousands of years ago little Roman boys were drawing pictures of chariots attacking each other. The teacher did not see it that way. She grabbed the picture from the boys and began to lecture the entire class about how pictures like this are how mass murderers are created. WTF? Seriously. This is the first step down the slope to becoming a mass murderer?  Finally someone has the answer but she is not sharing it with anyone but a class full of eleven year olds.

The future mass murderers were sent to the principal and told that drawing war scenes was part of the zero tolerance for violence in the schools. The boys left the principals office confused. The library was full of books about war. Those books had pictures of tanks, guns, bombs, and other accouterments to war. The teacher talked in class about her boyfriend in the military and the guns he used to protect our country. History books that they were required to study detailed wars. I am pretty sure I remember 80% of history class in school being about one war or another. Our country had been at war for almost the entire lifespan of these boys. I was pregnant with my son when 9/11 happened. He was six months old as I watched shock and awe unfold. From the time he was an infant war had been something he heard about and saw because it was a part of our nations unfolding history. These two boys, who were drawing pictures like lots of boys before them, walked through school the rest of the day feeling like they were what was wrong in the world and possibly the harbingers of death and destruction.

I have three brothers. They all drew war scenes and played war. Our home was a no gun zone. This did not stop the boys from turning toast into guns. My mom has a notebook filled with seventy-five pages of war scenes that one of my brother drew at church. While he was supposed to be taking in the glory of the lord, he instead drew destruction. Good news is we somehow avoided the horrid fate that awaited them and all of my brothers grew up to be a normal non mass murdering adults. How did we avoid this though? When clearly they had taken the first steps down that path so long ago. If boys portraying war and having an interest in guns is truly the key, how is that no one I know committed such horrific acts?

One hundred children can draw war scenes and if one of them goes on to commit an atrocity everyone is going to point their finger and say Ahha! this must be the reason. This logic is applied across the board to all activities that a murderer was interested in. Violent video games  movies, a song, a book, and the list can go on.  Logically this makes no sense. Let's look at one example out of many. Call of Duty Black Ops 2 is a first person shooter game. I have watched my husband play it. It is all guns and shooting. You have missions to slaughter people. 7.5 million copies of this game were sold. That is at minimum 7.5 million people with access to this mind altering madness. That does not even take into account households with multiple people such as mine. One copy with four people in the home. That number could feasibly triple. However let's just look at the base figure of 7.5 million. If this was one of the catalyst that was pushing people to depart from humanity and commit horrid crimes, would we not see an actual epidemic of this. With 7.5 million people exposed we would certainly see more than the 3-4 horrific acts that we saw last year.

At the end of the day none of those things are what made someone step away from humanity. There is nothing we can pin point and say is the cause. This scares the shit out of us. We need to understand why someone strays so far from the path of normalcy. As a teenager I had an obsession with serial killers. Not because I wanted to be one thank you very much. It was because my brain could not wrap around it. How? Why? What? I wanted to understand. The crimes that people committed were so far beyond my ability to comprehend and I wanted answers. I wrote a research paper about it hoping I would find something to explain it all to me. What I found was there is no perfect recipe that creates that void within someone. Some had horrid childhoods. Lots of people do. They don't all turn around and murder thirty people.Some had wonderful loving parents. Well crap. Now what do you do? There was no definitive thread of commonality that screamed "This is how a serial killer is born!!!!."

 As I told my sons on the day of the shootings human brains are like computers. Most of the time they work exactly as they have been programmed to work. We move along our day and our existence with our brains doing the job they were intended to. That job includes providing us a sense of right and wrong. Sometimes their is an error in the brain. We see an error message but it doesn't tell us where the error came from.Why did that one computer, in the same environment, with the same set-up, same updates, same everything behave differently? It is a miracle that with as complex as our brains our these errors happen so little.

Our desperation to understand leads us on a modern day witch hunt. My son was humiliated in front of his entire class. When I talked to the teacher about this she defended her actions as protecting my son. She said a new profiling was being started and because my son was quiet and really liked to draw war scenes he would be a target of this profiling. Funny thing is this profiling doesn't take into account so many little elements of my sons personality. His father is very shy. He was always the quiet kid in class. Yes he drew war scenes like nobodies business. So his quiet thoughtfulness never worried me because he is his father's son. These profiles will not know this. My son has had lots of obsessions in his short span of existence. One of them was My Little Pony. Yup rainbows and being friends. His list of  obsessions doesn't end there. Seals, Pokemon, rocks, Hot Wheels, Indiana Jones, and  Legos. The last year or so we have watched him obsess over Minecraft and Halo Megabloks. He falls in love with something, learns everything there is to learn about it and then moves on. It's how he has always been. They won't know that. They also won't know that he has a deep affinity for animals and can not stand to see them harmed. He is afraid of bees. He loves the ocean and could swim for hours. His brother is his best friend even if he doesn't realize it now. He is a momma's boy and fiercely protective of my feelings. All these things will never be seen because their profile says look for the quiet kid in class drawing guns.

The whole fiasco ended out OK.  The teacher apologized because she realized that she had gone overboard. I understand her fear. She needs to understand mine though. Our kids are being stripped of their ability to be kids more and more everyday. They live in a world where we have all become so afraid that we fear living itself to some point. By becoming so terrified of these people that have committed horrible acts, we are giving them a power they don't deserve. We have become terrified creatures striking out at each other in fear. I just want my son to have a childhood in a world full of madness. Drawing war scenes is part of that childhood.

Mama Doesnt Want To Be Angry

It has been over a month since I have had the time to start writing again. Mama had a big move that consumed the entire month of February. Work picked up and became hectic and I still have boxes sitting in my living room. Mama  is back though and ready to preach her gospel.

About a week ago I started to write about the horrific climate currently facing women. Everywhere Mama turns there is some new legislation or bill being passed denying women the right to dictate what will and will not happen with her body. We are expected to be barefoot and pregnant it seems. I must say I do love running around barefoot . I live by the beach. Nothing feels better then squishing sand between my toes on a hot summer day. The pregnant part I can do without though. So, it was with a sense of righteous indignation and fury that I began writing last week. I was ready to throw my rage out into the cyber world and vent to whoever would listen.  My vagina is my business. (aside from discussing it on the internet). My steam ran out that evening and I left it to sit and stew.

A few days ago it hit me that all the anger and rage was pointless. Blogging about it does nothing to stop the deluge of confused individuals hell bent on stripping my right to prevent an unplanned pregnancy. Of course Mama will vote. That is a given. Our system is not perfect. Mama does feel that our collective voices have a power. Obama is President because of that collective uprising of voices. Voices hungry for a change. Voices that wanted this Presidency to be different. I believe as a society we can stand up and make our voices louder then the ones screaming that we are amoral sluts if we take birth control. I don't think that this is the biggest contribution I can bring to the table though. I will do it because it is right but I know there is more.

This train of thought led me to realize the biggest impact I can have is here in my own home. I have two sons 12 and 10. My power is to teach my sons.

My sons need to see women as strong, capable and intelligent. They need to be shown that my husband considers me an equal. That he values my right to choose what does and does not happen to my body. The men of tomorrow need to be shown that women are their equal partners in life.

My husband was raised by a strong, beautiful, smart and resilient single mother. I believe he has deep respect for me because of his mother. His role model was a woman who had to be a mother and father. She had to wear both roles and could not pause to see if it was ok with society. She had children to feed, cloth and shelter. She took on what had been traditionally the fathers role in the process teaching my husband a valuable lesson about life. We need to teach our sons that these traditional roles women once held in society are gone. Women can have all the traits that had once been admired in men and still be wholly women. We can be equal and valuable in society. This does not take the place of men. This makes men better as whole.

Women have to embrace their own strength and be ok with it. For years I worried I was that I was a crappy woman. I don't love make-up or chick flicks. I would rather play computer games then do arts and crafts. My idea of looking nice would make Clinton and Stacy  have nightmares for months. I felt I needed to do embrace all these "womanly" things or I was failing as a woman. At the end of the day I have a vagina. That makes me a woman. Trying to be more "woman like" stripped away my humanity. It took from me what it was that made me unique. I am who am. I am a woman who likes kung-fu and arterial spray movies. I am a woman who only recently learned to cook. I can not sew but I can implement an enterprise software system.

I had to discover it on my own. We can help our sons and daughters discover it. Our sons need to be ok with being stay at home dads, having wives that make more money, and crying when their first baby goes to kindergarten. Our daughters need to be ok with changing tires, pwning on Modern Warfare, and mowing the lawn. They need to learn from our mistakes. If we teach them now that it is ok to be nurturing, loving, compassionate and respectful this will become the norm for the next generation. 15 years from now we will see men and women who look at each and no longer place a value based on gender. It will be a value based on their humanity. 50 points for kindness. -50 points for misogyny.

The challenge is thrown.  Our sons and daughters shouldn't move forward unenlightened and ignorant. We owe it to ourselves and to their future selves to show them a new path. A path in which we all have a place in this world and that place is based on our merit as a human being not what does or does not dangle down below.

Mama Has A Video Game Romance

*Warning this blog may contain spoilers on Dragon Age 1 and 2, and Uncharted 2 and 3*

I just want to start by saying, don't judge me. Let he who has not lusted after some animated, sword wielding video game vixen cast the first stone. (don't even think about picking up that rock because I know for a fact there are like 100's of sites dedicated to Cortana alone and she is...what is she a holograph, a voice in your head? Whatever, you still want her.) I think I am entitled to have a video game love affair of my own.

It all started with Dragon Age 1. You know what I'm talking about ladies. Alistair. He was the blond, buff, wise cracking, king to be with a heart of gold. I was smitten. We were on an adventure to save Ferelden. He helped me become a Grey Warden. I helped him deal with losing everyone he knew and loved.We fought the Dark Spawn together and gathered our allies to fight the final fight. I fell in love. It didn't matter that I was an elf and most of humankind looked down on me. He saw me for who I was and loved me anyway. The night I found out I was the only woman he had ever been with sealed the deal. I was with him until the bitter end.

He didn't want to be King but I knew he would serve his people well. I would help him. I would be there to make sure the burden wasn't too much for him. When the day came, I chose him as King with no qualms. I knew we would rule side by side and have a fairy tail ending (after we killed all the Dark Spawn and evil dragon thing). My whole world was shattered that day. He dumped me on my ass.

WHAT! Are you kidding me? Why did I get booted from his bed without a second thought? Ohh because I am an elf!!!! Now that you're king you can't be seen sharing your bed with a dirty elf? Unbelievable! I wasn't even good enough to be his mistress. I figured he could have a wife for show and me for his bed at night. I am not wholly unreasonable. I know what humans thought of us elven folk. I could live with that arrangement because I loved him. That pansy ass bastard couldn't risk it. It was unacceptable to have the King of Ferelden banging an elf and so I was left in the cold.

I mourned for days. I really thought he was the one. Never before had the video game world offered someone to us gamer chicks that we could connect with. I had lost him as quickly as I had found him. I was tempted to fall into the arms of Zevran the elf. He grew up in a brothel and I had a feeling he may be able to knock a girls socks off. I wanted love though and I would only get an STD from him.

So, I played games listlessly wondering where my next Prince Charming would come from. Dragon Age 2 was announced and I thought maybe I could see Alistair and talk to him. We could work something out. He had to have feelings for me still. With reconciliation in mind I placed the Dragon Age 2 disk into the tray. I was sorely disappointed. I was taken far away from Ferelden and the man I loved.  Forced to start over in a new country. I decided I had no choice and would use this as a fresh start to get over Alistair. Who knew what would await me in this new world. I was sure to find the love I was looking for. It could only go up from here.

I am pretty sure the song Bad Romance was written just for me. Dragon Age 2 started me on a string of rebound men that would have most women swearing off men for eternity.

Anders was the first in a line of bad boyfriends. He wasn't too cute but he was dark and brooding. A rebel! Chicks dig rebels right? He didn't have a sense of humor but he was an oppressed mage, you can't really blame him for that. He really knew how to romance a girl though. Anders was always threatening to kill anyone that tried to come between us. That proves he loves me right?

Not so much. It proves he is freaking crazy. I found that out when he tricked me into helping him mass murder a crap ton of people with a pipe bomb he made in the basement. Needless to say it was over after that. I don't have room for crazy in my life.

My next two boyfriends Fenris and Sebastian did nothing to prove that there was a man out there for me. They were both pretty hot but had their own set of issues. Fenris was an ex slave and had a ton of baggage. Biggest one being anger issues. He would yell and storm off every time I didn't agree with him. After my last two failed relationships I wasn't in a place to help him deal with all his issues and decided to end it. I toyed around with this Prince named Sebastian but he wouldn't sleep with me because he was religious and taken some vow of celibacy or some crap like that. I can't be with a man that wont put out so that ended pretty quickly.

I decided I was done with all these medieval bad boys. A new adventure was sorely needed. What better way to forget about all the crappy men in my life but to embark on a brand new franchise.
I heard whisperings of a game that would take me on an Indian Jonesque adventure called Uncharted. What the heck? I had nothing to lose at this point.

I popped the disk in and was stunned. From the moment he walked onto screen I knew I had found my man.

He was tall, dark and devilishly handsome. (I think he's tall, I mean he looks tall on the TV). Nathan Drake took my breath away. Nate had the whole package. (yea I call him Nate what?) Self-deprecating sense of humor? Check. Loyalty? Check. Bulging biceps, adventurous spirit, and looks good in jeans? Check, check, check.

When I was young I had a huge crush on Indiana Jones. He was the most amazing man I had ever seen. Until Nate. Here was an adventurer for the new millennium. A take charge kind of man that would whisk me around the world on endless adventures. He would show me how a real man treats a woman.

So what if there were a bunch of other women panting after him. He would see that I was the one for him. He left his wife for me. (he didnt say it was for me nesscarily but I am good at reading clues). I played through the disks falling in love more and more as each new adventure unfolded.

His ex still hangs around but we need her help on some of our adventures so its cool. He hasn't mentioned we're together yet but I'm sure that's going to happen by the end of Uncharted 3......WTF seriously!!!! He put the ring back on? They are getting back together? Are you freakin kidding me! Screw this. I heard that there's a blue alien looking for love in all the wrong places in Mass Effect. Maybe its time I try women. It has to be better right?

Mama Makes a Resolution- 2012

I know Mama is running behind on making resolutions. Its January 5th and  in true Mama K fashion I have procrastinated until the last minute. However the resolution is here and I am ready to embrace it!! 

This year I resolve to accept that I love food. Mama say what? I KNOW!! It's crazy. But hear me out...

You see I'm a big girl. I have struggled with my weight my entire life. I wish I had some pictures handy to show you the timeline of how Mama went from a pudgy little girl to a big fat lady with diabetes. Now I know a lot of you will say "Mama dont call yourself fat! That's self defeating." Or "Mama you need to embrace who you are and love the body you have."

Well the truth is I don't love the body I have. I love who I am, but not the body who I am is in. It's big and lumpy. My knees hurt. My back hurts. I get sick constantly because monitoring my blood sugar sucks and I don't do too great a job of it. I have to pay double for every item of clothing in my closet and none of it looks good because the lumps, bumps, rolls and cheese curds on my body don't let that happen. In my head I can run, jump, dance, hike, fly, and flirt with hard bodied 21 year olds. In reality I am slow. I have to pop pills for days after being active because everything hurts. Hard bodied 21 year olds don't like obese cougars.

I don't consider voicing this to be self defeating. It's true. Hiding it from myself does nothing for me. I could live in an alternate reality where I tell myself that big is beautiful but the reality is big is unhealthy and limiting.

So, Mama what does this have to do with learning to accept your love of  food? Shouldn't you resolve to diet this year? Shouldn't you resolve to start an exercise routine? Ohh sure I'm going to do all those things hell who doesn't every New Year. I think none of that will matter though unless I have a healthy relationship with food. 

Right now food is an evil succubus from hell. It tries to lure me in with all its delicious wiles. Food wants to sink it's teeth into me and turn me into a carbpire sucking on meaningless empty calories for all of eternity. Everywhere I turn I see something telling me that I am fat because I love food. I believed and bought into this scare tactic along with everyone else in the world. Food was enemy number one and in order to drop these pounds I had to hold nothing but pure hatred in my heart for the mocha caramel fudge brownie shaking its moneymaker at me from the display case. Why though? Why do I have to hate the brownie? Ohh because society says we place too much importance on food. Food is fuel only! Even when I attended Weight Watchers last year , they talked about how horrid it was that we as humans had gatherings to consume food. No social gathering was complete without food and thus this must be the source of evil permeating our society and causing us all to no longer fit in stadium seating.

Mama's brain eventually kicked in and I got to thinking. Since time incarnate humans have gathered and broken bread together. We haven't been fat since time incarnate. Humans have learned to create wonderful things from the bounty nature has to offer. We evolved to make food so much better tasting then the lump of dead dinosaur you used to have to swallow down raw. So how did it become evil? I believe it was the event of mass marketing. 

The 1950's opened a new horizon of over processed, prepackaged space age food. It was the age of Jell-O and TV dinners. Fast-food restaurants had their humble beginnings in this dawn of convenience.Consumers flocked to it as the new and amazing food stuff flew onto the shelves.This began a descent into a hole we don't know how to get out of. Obesity rates have gone up year after year as we move further and further from preparing our own meals from raw natural ingredients. I didn't realize until I was 12 or 13 that you could actually make a cake without it coming from a box. Seriously you can make bread from your own oven? People used to actually make sandwiches with bread that wasn't the exact same size and width?

With all of these modern new fangled foods we moved to a more urban society and no longer worked our butts off in the field from dusk til dawn. A perfect storm to breed epic fatness. We don't exercise and we consume food so far from it's original origins it has nothing good left in it and thus makes a hasty retreat to your ass in shame.

Once we started down this path we created a whole new market that was hungry for you to be hungry. The diet industry is a multi billion dollar industry. Do they truly have your best interest at heart? Hell no. They want whats in your wallet. They want you to fail because success doesn't keep lining their check books. That industry is feeding off of your fear and paranoia and we all follow like the good little lemmings we are. If you are afraid of food they will show you tricks to keep eating it without the guilt and fear, but you have to join them and buy their products and keep falling off the wagon to get back on and on and on.

Food is a part of life that should be enjoyed. It is delicious. Your fuel can be fragrant, scrumptious and make you want to make out with it a little bit.  Food brings people together and that is a good thing. We should enjoy each other's company over a bottle of wine and fantastic hummus plate. Laughing and telling stories the whole time. So, this year I am going to accept that I love food. I will love the bounties of the earth and allow myself the pleasure without guilt. (Twinkies are not a bounty of the earth in case you were wondering) I will do it in moderation. I will enjoy it as close to how nature intended it. Ceviche? Heck yeah! Hummus? Yes please! Taco Bell? No thanks.The mass marketing that has destroyed our ability to enjoy food will see very little if any of my money this year. This year I go Roman without the vomiting and excess so drink up, eat up and learn to love food. It's ok as long as you do it right.

Mama Learns the Joy of Baking

I spent the first 33 years of my life terrified of the kitchen. It had fire, and weapons. Medieval looking torture devices that I was certain would take my hand the moment I let down my guard. Most of the time I would get in and out of the room of doom as quickly as possible. Toast, cereal, sandwiches, microwave meals these were the only meals that were "safe". 

My lack of culinary skills became infamous. The children would cheer when dad couldn't make dinner because they knew that  meant pizza. I was the butt of  jokes for months after I admitted I did not know what a whisk was.  Why would I? I wasn't going to use one. I doubted anyone would ever be knee deep in McGyvering  a contraption to save me from certain doom and said device couldn't be finish because I couldn't bring them a whisk. I know the difference between screw drivers, that should be enough. 

Thankfully my husband  loved to cook. He had learned how to wield the power of the kitchen to create amazing meals for our family to feast upon. His Italian grandmother had taught her young apprentice well and his culinary sorcery sustained us through 14 years of marriage. I was content to be the bill payer, laundry doer, and grocery shopper. He could have the room of doom and all the contraptions within. I would glaze over when he would begin reciting the litany of kitchen items he needed to ensure he had continued success as his powers grew. (probably should have listened, would have learned what a whisk was sooner) I had no interest nor desire to expand my existence.

As time marched on, my brain began to question my long standing fear of the kitchen. There were still plenty of things to fear in there but logic dictated I think of the bigger picture. 

What if my husband found a 21 year old gourmet chef who offered to cook for him in the buff for the next 20 years without feeding me too?

What if my husband was hit by a car and never could use his hands again?

What if the end of world came tomorrow and there were no more cereal boxes or microwaves? 

What would I do?

Mama K-Luv is a survivor! I would not be made victim to these wild imaginings in my head. I would not stand for being left permanently without a food source. The wisdom of age had granted me the power to see the future and I would not go down like that!

So I took action. I learned to bake cupcakes. Those are easy right? Maybe not so much. Usually I couldn't even make coffee without some horrid tragedy involving water, coffee grounds and gnomes (don't ask its really hard to explain). So my first ventures into the kitchen ended in burnt crispy tragedies that my dearest husband Esteban and the rats that we call children would choke down as they desperately tried not to permanently damage their esophagus. I have been known to throw away a whole bowl of batter or dough because it wasn't coming out the way I wanted it to. ( Much to Esteban's dismay as he really did like the Ricotta Cheese cookies and wasn't just saying he liked them to be nice) I kept trying though.

Two years later.. I am still learning but have found I love cooking. I am a witch in the kitchen bringing together strange and foreign substances that magically create wonderful things to eat. I wish I could cook my emotions into my food, like that movie Like Water for Chocolate. Here's a plate of Chocolate Chip Your a Jerks. Hope that goes down well. Crazy smile goes here. Anyway, that would be a really sweet skill, but  I will settle for edible. 

 

I made this my first blog post so you would understand my obsession with posting pictures of food I make. I take pictures of everything I cook because I am still amazed I made it! So enjoy the picture of the amazing scones I made today..and be inspired to go and whip up your own magic in whatever area of life you never dared venture.