So I’m in my kitchen and thinking about Kel’s broccoli beef. I’d mentioned this to my family and showed them Kel’s dish. They wanted stir fry then and there. Well we didn’t have beef, broccoli or soy sauce. We had chicken and gravy over rice instead. Last night we finally had the broccoli beef and it was a hit. We all love broccoli and this fed the family with left overs that I took to work.
Thank you Kel for the idea. They’re already asking for more.
Here is the link to Kel’s post where you’ll find her receipe and picture. https://insidekelskitchen.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/img_1206.jpg
Kitchen Blog: In Sync/April 24, 2014
So I’m at Mercy Hospital and I’m waiting for Jha to get out of school. Does Tim Horton’s have a kitchen?
Anyway, I just had a coffee from there, and I was talking to Pinky about my writing progress, or lack thereof. So I have decided to do the Michael story and it is a finished life, so this should be easy right? I’m listening mind. Isn’t this your cue? No advice, no commentary?
“This isn’t syncing.”
Now my mind wants to talk, and it’s right, this isn’t syncing. The PC, my tablet, my phone. They’re not syncing with the Evernote app.
Okay, it took a little bit of time, but we’re synced. Not my mind and I, sometimes we do sync, but right now, I’m talking about my electronics.
So I’m doing dishes in the kitchen. My dishes, my kitchen, and I’m thinking of Chris entering my life.
“Yeah. We want to tell him our thoughts right?”
I’m not sure mind but here’s the blog.
‘Chris, you entered my life for a reason’.
Okay mind I’m using the collective ‘I’.
“Sorry. Please continue.”
Okay. ‘Chris, whatever your motives were your timing could not have been better. I was alive but not living, even though I was dieting and doing Hip-Hop abs I was not living’.
“Yeah we didn’t know that then.”
No we didn’t my clever mind. ‘Chris when I started talking to you something clicked. A fire was ignited’.
“It felt good.”
Yes mind it did. ‘So I needed this. We, my mind and I, needed this. So we will stop playing. No sadness. No regrets. We will use this to our advantage because there was sadness. There were regrets. There were even tears’.
“Yeah and pain. Oh my God the pain.”
Calm down mind. I know. We paid our dues. I was there.
“Yeah. Me too.”
I know. We earned this. Rough as the road was I believe it’s the road that leads to our destiny.
“Yeah, our ‘ah hah’ moment right?”
Our ‘ah hah’ moment. Right you are mind. Right you are.
I’m not thinking anything, I’m just trying to make a sandwich.
It’s like this. I’m in the kitchen setting out bread, lettuce, tomato, mayo. There’s the plate, and there’s a knife. There’s bacon, crisp and hot.
And my mind is like,
“So what are we going to write about next? Are we blogging? Are we going to write on the Chris story? What about the poems? How about working on blog pages, or Instagram? You have to figure out how to get the pics off your PC and onto your phone so you can post them to Instagram. Wait here’s a thought for a story.“
Then I’m like, stop it. Be quiet. I’m trying to make a sandwich. I’m hungry. I don’t have pen and paper, only sandwich supplies in front of me, and now I’m thinking I need another gadget. Just one more gadget to add to my endless supply of gadgets and computer accessories. I have the mike that connects to my computer and texts the words I speak. Now I want that mike on steroids. The one that streams to my computer, so my computer can type my words, while I’m in the kitchen, trying to make a sandwich.