The Bag Lady

Its 1990 and my oldest daughter was 3 years old. We call her the bag lady. She loved to take her little basket and walk around the house and fill it with miscellaneous items. Then she would draw bar codes on the things that she could. Like books, just lines in a square. Then I would hear her voice saying beep, beep, beep. I would find her at a small table in the living room scanning her items then placing them in the plastic bags we got from the grocery store. These bags would pile up and the household items would simply vanish. I should have known then that she would be a shopper when she grew up. I can say with confidence that at 21 she is a professional shopper.

The Cook and the Lounge Singer

We all have something that we are good at and enjoy at the same time. For me its cooking and for my youngest daughter its music. We do what we do purely for pleasure, yet, occasional recognition is always appreciated.

It happens everyday unnoticed. I get home from work and start cooking dinner. Shortly after, my youngest daughter will show up without being prompted and begin singing beautifully while she plays the piano.

I keep chopping and stirring while she belts out yet another wonderful song. We comfortably do this with a bit of simple conversation mixed in. Do you have any homework? What do you want for lunch tomorrow? She answers my mundane questions often times in the middle of her song while adding in the events of her day. This interaction is going on while everyone else who is at home at the time just go about their business including having full conversations with me and each other as if there is nothing going on. No talent in the kitchen or on the piano.

Then one day I say to her, Its as if I'm the cook and you’re the lounge singer at a dark smoky bar with very few customers.

She says to me, yah, it would be the same. They would be talking over my singing and not really caring who was cooking their food. What a pair we make. Shows are nightly in our kitchen at our home sweet home.

Meet My Mom

I'm with my mom at a restaurant and she sees Won Ton Noodle Soup on the menu. And says to me, do you think this comes with noodles. I reply, yes, it says that it comes with noodles. She says, well I had better ask just to be safe. When the waitress comes to take our order she asks if the Won Ton Noodle Soup comes with noodles. The waitress says yes. But it doesn’t end there. My mom now wants to know what kind of noodles they are and if they are Saimin (Japanese style, served in Hawaii) noodles. The waitress doesn’t know but says she will ask. She comes back to the table to inform us that they are Won Ton Noodles not Saimin. Ok, my mom says, and proceeds to order. She says to the waitress, ok, I'll have the Saimin.

My Virgin Run

This is my very first time blogging so I appropriately named it my virgin run. The most important things in life for me are FOOD-FAMILY and FRIENDS.
The abundance of good food & spirits are the greatest ice breaker in any situation. It's a comforting feeling that allows even strangers to put down their guard and relax. Which brings me back to FOOD-FAMILY and FRIENDS.

I plan to put up a recipe once in a while (scroll down to the bottom). I know you all have this one. Thanks Bonnie, it has been a family favorite from the day you brought it over to share.

To those who know me well. Send me suggestions on what to write and join in at any time.