Penning For Your Thoughts: Apron's Cooking School 2009

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Apron's Cooking School 2009

Click below to read the article featured in the Florida Times Union. There you will find photos as well as a video of Lily in action at Publix Cooking School.

Summer camp sizzles when you're cooking | Jacksonville.com

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Not long ago, I found myself in a Skate Pro Shop buying my first pair of ice skates. That wouldn't be so unusual if I were in my teens, 20's, or even 30's. But hey, I just turned 50 and I can't stay off the ice. I am thinking about joining a class in the fall and maybe even competing if I get really good at fancy turns.

The other thing I found strange was the cashier at my local supermarket asked to see my ID when I purchased a cooking wine for a recipe I recently made. I thought she was just paying me a nice compliment until she politely smiled and said, "Well, you just never know."

Not long after that, while I was with my oldest son, someone asked if he was my brother. We both gave a rather sour expression in response, contemplating what that would've been like. He would have killed me before I had the chance to think about growing up.

My son married a very sweet girl. I love to hang out with her. Even more interesting is that she likes hanging out with me. I feel more like her friend than her in-law. Both of them will probably grow up enough to start a family of their own soon.

It truly tickles me when my oldest daughter and her friends want to chill with me. They call, email, and text me as if I'm one of their own. We eat out, see movies and sometimes even work out together. When I think about the late night pranks we've pulled... (Oh, did I say that? Forget you read that part.)

Although my pre-teen son and his younger sister get distracted by common juvenile pastimes such as Slip-N Slide, Rip Sticking, Pearler beads, Mythbusters, Camp Rock, and WII, (no, that does not stand for World War II anymore), I think they will be needing an explanation soon. Most nights I am up long after they go to bed (they NEVER go to bed) and arise well after the time their soft little feet hit the floor. My whereabouts are stable and my time is consumed with very important tasks such as lesson plans for the following day of homeschooling, the makings of tomorrows menu along with a grocery list, a possible late-night trip to the 24-hour Freak-Mart where there is no one to interrupt me except ten semi-trucks worth of stock so I can't get from one aisle to another. These two children are beginning to wonder if that is when I travel Neverland.

The wee hours of the night are for me to calm down and get still. The reason some people call it "quiet time" is because that is what it's suppose to be. Sure, I stay up late to write, paint a T-shirt, sew on a costume, finish a scrapbook page, compose a song, or read a chapter in one of Charles Martin's latest books. But more than any of those things, I love to listen to Him. I do so much of the talking that I am sure He is waiting to get a word in edgewise. He tells me things no one else will ever say. He knows me better than anyone and leads me beside waters that have no rough current. It is during that time that I see my cup as spilling over; hopefully on to those I will be in contact with tomorrow. And you just never know what tomorrow is going to bring. Tomorrowland and Neverland are next-door neighbors and it has absolutely nothing to do with Disney World.

My husband of 30 years has not given up on his youth but has begun to literally see his limitations. His most recent setback, a detached retina, has him viewing life much differently. Just after he began to regain some of the vision back in his right eye, he told me that what he was seeing reminded him of those crazy mirrors you see at the circus. You know, the ones that make you appear short and fat? Well, his right eye is causing him to see everything as tall and thin, even me! Maybe I can quit all this dieting after all.

I think I have learned a valuable lesson from my husband's new viewpoint... this must be the way God sees me as well. It's just like the message in my rear view mirror that says, "Objects are closer than they appear." I'm really not as far away as I think; I'm not as heavy as I look; I'm not as dumb as I sound; I'm not as silly as I act and I'm definitely not as old as my birth certificate says I am!

I've been to Neverland.
Case closed.

Penning for your thoughts,

Cyberpsalmist

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