Recipe

My life is sort of like a recipe. But not a gourmet lobster-out-of-the-shell-with-Fresno-Chile- Butter- Bobby Flay- recipe. More like my old Italian grandma whose been making it for year’s recipe. A little of this… a little of that… and bada bing! No measuring necessary. Just throw it all in. So you have more of this and less of that…!


Sure, this works great for my grandma when making lasagna… but my life? There is no rational way to explain it. My urges for structure in certain facets when there is no need, my urge for spontaneity when structure is essential. Why does it seem the older I get the more chaotic things become? I thought with age comes wisdom, patience, progression and IRA’s. Ha…!

As it turns out, progression isn’t always up to speed, patience is constantly tested and humility…always there to remind us of who we are and what we are made of.



I had to post this picture of Kaeley, because when I look at her she reminds me, that no matter which recipe my life emulates… be it lobster or lasagna…they are both pretty darn delicious!