Wonders of Food


I love to cook, bake and tinker in the kitchen. It gives me peace and comfort. To me, it is a way to show love, which is common according to Alan D. Wolfelt.

“Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.” -Alan D. Wolfelt

I never really thought of it that way but it makes sense. I enjoy cooking for friends and family. When my kids were young, I really looked forward to making them breakfast before school. Sometimes it was something simple like yogurt and fruit or cereal. Other times, it was more elaborate like pancakes or scrambled eggs. On the weekends, I may even go all out and try crepes or homemade hash browns. Regardless of the actual menu, it was “our time” to bond. As the kids grew into teens, they were not always pleasant at that hour. I was more of a morning person than them. However, words were not always required.

Sometimes, I just placed food in front of them and snuck in a kiss on the cheek. As time passed, I thought maybe the kids were over it, didn’t really enjoy breakfast with mom. But then…one day I didn’t do it and they noticed. They were like, “Hey mom, where’s breakfast?” Then I realized, they enjoyed it as much as I did, and they were hungry teens.

My kids are older and not around as much now, but I find I still cook. I invite people over for dinner. I take treats to work. I prep lunches for me and my boyfriend. I just like to cook and share it with people.

I guess it’s just how I share my joy, love and friendship.

“If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him… the people who give you their food give you their heart.” -Cesar Chavez

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Above are two iPhone pictures I took of some kitchen treats, and then two more I edited in Hipstamtic.

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For Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge: Editing and Processing. 

Traveling Boots


In uniform, and
frozen in time
but the world
does
not
wait

Cautiously
we patrol
littered
unknown
dirt
streets

Shoeless children pour
out of shacks
and
into
our
mission path

Dusty boots
take careful
steps
making
footprints
in some
hearts

We smile with guns
trying to
protect
and
make
friends

The enemy hides
among
innocent
faces
of
despair

Grand mountains
stand tall
guarding
secrets of
pain,
terror

Hope sprinkles
into hearts
settling
the dust
of history
and loss

Together
we stand
against
the
evil
in the world

Peace slowly
blooms
with the
fragility
of a
flower

 

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For dVerse’s Adventures in Traveling.

This is a mix of memories from my times on deployment patrols. I remember the faces of people in Bosnia, Iraq and Afghanistan. A mix of hope and fear of our presence. The odd feeling of giving friendly smiles while holding rifles. We wanted to provide comfort to the good while fight the bad. However, you never really knew who was on what side for sure.

Fortunately, I was always on mild patrols where the heightened awareness and small incidents were the main forms of stress. I can only imagine the memories of my comrades who experienced much more intense scenarios.

To them, I hope they find the peace they wanted to help give.