I’m not a good cook.
To be honest, I’ve had few moments of brilliance. The rare alignment of the planets when I
- stir the ingredients together just right.
- put the concoction into the oven at just the right time and temperature.
Everything comes out bubbly and golden brown.
Most times, my attempts at cooking are more like stars colliding.
- Potatoes have the consistency of Elmer’s glue.
- Gravy is the shade of a river bottom in the middle of a drought.
Yesterday, the planets aligned.
I was tired. Emotional. Stressed out. Yet, all nine got in line. (Yes, I allowed Pluto back in line. So, sue me!)
What did I make?
1. A delectable chocolate zucchini cake. I found the recipe on therepressedpastrychef.com. I mean, if that’s repressed, let me in on the action.
2. Creamy, savory potato salad –my mother-in-law’s recipe. Now, that’s a feat in itself.
My mother-in-law should have registered her skills with the local authorities. She made killer French silk pie, elk burger chili and Cornish pasties.
Yesterday, I made Tina Hixson’s signature potato salad speak my name.
What can I say?
We all have areas in our life that challenge us. Areas that make us face our weakest self. We’re human. We fail. We try. We fail again.
When we do triumph, celebrate.
Maybe you finally break out the band. Dance in the streets. Life is short. I might as well celebrate my triumphs.
- Parked your car within the white lines.
- Remembered to put gas in the car before it gets to empty.
- Told a joke without forgetting the punch line.
- Made a meal that actually tasted the way it should.
It’s those little victories that make life sweet.