Monday 23 November 2015

Sam and Ralph; a lesson in age and understanding.

I am constantly reminded of my age by one of the darlings of my team. She loves bristling my nerves by reminders of things I know that few others around me do. Music, historical events and cartoons among them.

Whilst I am aging, I'm not that old yet, and to be truthful, I feel sorry to the millennials who do not have the internal memory platform from whence our older minds run and draw our knowledge.
It's one thing to be able to look things up on the web, Google it or Shazam a sound, and pretend to be smart, it's something else to be able to draw upon events throughout your life in an instance and have real time data to support your age, remember the lyrics of a song you have not heard in a decade, pick an historic date out of mid-air or to recollect a significant event like it were yesterday.

I may be aging and some things take time to recall, but recall I can.

My father was a historical nut on all things World War II to the point that it drove my mother furious. But I learnt through reading his newspapers and magazines depths of knowledge few can research online if they did for a week at a time.

Not everyone needs World War II knowledge every waking hour of every day though. It's just one of those things that nice to be able to know about. Faces, important dates and historical places help when watching the daily world news also.

Of things I appreciate about age though, are the cartoons.
Back then (I will not admit the years), watching Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd fight it out, it was funny, harmless and filled in the afternoons between returning from school and venturing back outside to play with the others in the street.
Wiley E .Coyote and the Roadrunner, Daffy Duck and Yosemite Sam, Sylvester chasing Tweety and Tom and Jerry. All much about the same, good versus bad.
But the cartoon that truly strikes me daily, even today as being very close to home is Sam and Ralph.
I can relate to it and see the interaction at many workplaces.
Good Morning Sam, Good Morning Ralph.
For those too young to have enjoyed Sam and Ralph cartoons by Looney Tunes let me fill you in.
Made by Looney Tunes, Merry Melodies, the context of the series is built around the idea that both Ralph ( a wolf) and Sam ( a sheepdog watching over his flock of sheep) are just doing their jobs. Most of the cartoons begin at the beginning of the workday, in which they both arrive at a sheep-grazing meadow, exchange pleasant chitchat, and punch into the same time clock. Work having officially begun, Ralph repeatedly tries very hard to abduct the helpless sheep and invariably fails, either through his own ineptitude or the minimal efforts of Sam, who always brutally punishes Ralph for the attempt.

It is the start of the cartoons that makes me laugh the most.
The two characters are essentially normal people outside of work.
But at the beginning of each day they punch into the same clock and then begin working against each other. But before doing that, they always chat nicely, "Good morning Sam, hey Good Morning Ralph", the two characters smile, sign in and then the battle begins until the end of the workday.
They shake hands, clock out and go off home together.

The stupidity of the cartoon was funny when I was a child.
It still is, but sadly this is visible across numerous workplaces in every country on every continent still today.
Normal people arrive, change, exchange pleasantries and then go off to do battle, in their varying senior positions.
In large buildings and properties seeing your colleagues is sometimes not a question, today the battles are electronic and of an email nature. Some colleagues you may not actually see all day again until the day is done, meeting up again in the locker room, ignoring the unpleasantness of emails traded between each other during the past ten hours and then off home they go , waving and smiling to each other that they will see each other tomorrow.

Humans are a complex and funny bunch. But sometimes the humor is not that funny at all.

Recent events in Paris and seemingly continuing around the globe on a monthly basis would suggest to me that we simply do not learn from history.
We repeat the same stupidity toward each other every single day, month, year and decade.
Sometimes we forget or the fighting slows for a time, but eventually it rears its ugly head once again and having learnt nothing from the losses of the past we continue in our same stupid manner.

I've raised the subject of the Sam and Ralph  cartoons a few times to others, but I'm the only one that seems to have ever watched them.
With age comes wisdom and with that wisdom it is our duty to impart the knowledge learnt so as to try and make better the future for a different generation.

We should be nicer to each other. We should not allow ethnical and religious divides to divide us as people at all.
Sure it can divide our thinking and beliefs, our decisions and our ways of life, but why can we not all live together despite our differences in peace and harmony?
Why does one jackal feel it must impose its visciousness upon others just to try and make it feel like it is the king of the woods?

Perhaps it is as simple as beginning with pleasantries at work, and in the locker room, that are true and heart felt and carrying those with us throughout the day and then extending that to our daily lives. being nice to one another could spread globally.

Of a religious nature there is the saying, "treat others as you would have them treat you".
An eye for an eye just makes two blind people, not a better seeing world

And that's really the point; we have to forgive the lesser people and move forward to a future for humanity that has forgiveness and understanding in it's heart and mind, only then peace will reign around the world.
Perhaps these people are angry and horrid themselves because of their own inadequacies, there poor upbringing, their lack of self-worth, their bad lot in life, perhaps they just have no joy at home, childless, no pets to relieve their frustrations or fill their hearts with love, or perhaps they are just lonely.


Ours is to not to judge, not to lower ourselves to the depths of their misery but to see the world for the amazing lot that we, the happy people, have in ours.
For some people, Oscar Wilde's words ring so true, "where there is no love, there is no understanding!"

Sam the sheep dog, was protecting his sheep, but he never smiled or did much. At the opposite side of the coin was Ralph the wolf who was animated in character as well as in emotions, worked hard and fast and yet never won.
Instead of battling together, perhaps they both could have tried to understand each others position a little better and let the other alone.
Perhaps Sam's life away from the sheep was a complex miserable life, perhaps Ralph the Wolf could have found another food source.

What it comes down to is "understanding!"
Understanding each other.
Understanding the root cause and understanding each others position, and then working from there to understand the bigger picture, the past, present and future and working toward a better future for us all.

Understanding has become as alien to us as the cartoons of my youth, both lost to a crazy world of political correctness.

Attending managerial level leadership classes and motivational speakers, one rarely hears the words, "Understand". It seems we are scared to try and understand each other any more- it's too personal and therefore bad from a legal perspective to suggest we understand or try to understand one another.
Instead we head to work and battle for supremacy or simply to survive another work day beneath them.

What I have learnt from history and from being the age that I am, is this.
Those that battle for supremacy usually come undone if not sooner, then later.
Karma really can be a bitch.

Those who battle to survive, usually win and do so deservingly.
Better yet, those who strive to understand, can truly change the world.

In the words of RICHARD DAWKINS,(writer 1941-)
"I think the world's always a better place if people are filled with understanding."

Good Night Ralph, Good Night Sam.






Tuesday 20 October 2015

Whims of Fancy; Plated Desserts 4.0

Over 31,000 people have viewed this blog, and that makes me happy. 
I want the blog to be what I could never find when I was younger, a place of ideas and thoughts of a real chef, in real time. 
When I was younger it was libraries we had to visit and be silent in, to research ideas.
Today you can click and learn.
Not all you see here you will like, somethings I post even I don't like, or like any more, but Im not scared to show them because what I like, perhaps you wont and vice versa.
The idea is to show plates of desserts,  from which ideas can be formulated for us both.

The point is that you see what works and what does not, you learn from it, pick from it, get ideas from it and move forward in your own style and own time to create what you want.

If you don't like the pictures, move forward, click another blog or turn off the computer, its that easy. 

If you do like, then return some time soon for some more ideas in the world of pastry and plated desserts. Not all I do is plated, but it's one part of our job in pastry.

Amazing to see this month so many people from Russia have joined the family and have visited the site, it fills me with happiness that the world truly is one large kitchen when politics plays no part.

Croatia, Indonesia, Finland, Russia, Slovakia, Cyprus, Taiwan, Germany among some of the larger viewing audiences this month, hello to you all and welcome.
Its nice to know that the word is spreading, and being enjoyed.




light and refreshing

2.0

les tartes tatin

modernity by Aries Dasal, Sous Chef Extraordinaire

les fruits rouge

chocolate fondant , caramel sauce

2016


smores re-thought

passion


citrus fantasy

snowflake

banqueting for the future
Pistachio, blood orange

Monday 28 September 2015

Seeing Snow in Manila

An old friend calls them "white-outs".
Like when its snowing so hard you can't see anything but pure perfection in white, and can not make out the lines or shadows of anything because there is nothing to see.

I had a "white out" today, but sadly not from snow-  but from anger.

I've had a few in my lifetime. Today was the first in a while.

Despite blogging that I had one, Im not proud that I did.
In a deeply religious country I have tamed the beast within and try to stay calm for the most part or walk away from conflict. Not easy when you are a chef. But I've mellowed over time.

But today a few people of this deeply religious country had me furious.
What gets me so angry as to have a "white out"- lies and being lied too directly.

My mother always said since we were children " tell the truth and shame the devil", "Liars go to hell" and many other anecdotes about those who can't find the truth as important as most.

Today I took on the role of investor. Seeking a new house to buy.
A luxury our generation has.
My parents bought 2 homes in all my years. The first home we grew up in and the second home which carried my mother to her end. Two homes in around 50 years.

Im on my tenth home buy now in 20 years....some have been quick flips for profit, others investments, the one today is for a writers retreat for the future, a place I will call, ONCE UPONA TIME and close the doors to the real world on the outside and write like the wind, within.

So as an investor I ventured forth to several properties and corporate developments.
The first was the worst.

Having seen the properties and display homes on-line I visited to see the same. Truth of the first was that the development itself was miles from the display homes. Display homes of each variety and size where neatly lined up in pairs. One was the cheap bare turnover option and the second of the same variety was the fully loaded completed finished and furnished expensive option. The display homes, despite having sat since 2007 where in pristine condition, freshly painted, cleaned and perfect.
I chose a small three bedroom with landscaping.

Simple. Priced right. Looked amazing. options affordable.
Broker pushed for signing of papers and payment of deposit on the spot and kept asking.

What's the rush I thought, the development has been around since 2007, if there where leftovers, then they were not going anywhere soon.
I asked to see the real house.
This was obvious as I had all along told everyone this was a purchase for IMMEDIATE RFO (Ready for Occupancy).
Some times what I want, I want it now.
So be it.
So I requested to see the house, I was about to buy and pay for in full.
The broker discussed with his boss, the boss spoke to his boss and a supervisor came to speak with me.

She was nice. Friendly and affable.
I explained , I want to see the house because I want it ready for occupancy and want to see if its ready.

A car was arranged and away we went.
Quite the drive from the picture perfect Wysteria Lane version of the Display him area, across bridges covered with display boards hiding reality behind them, through some unsightly construction and past underdeveloped areas we really should never have been shown.
Finally entering the -Ready For Occupancy - area, we passed the guards hut which was unfinished and un-roofed and more importantly unmanned.
Driving down the street I noted that every house was identical. This was an entire subdivision of the same 3 bedroom house, all the same color. Why would any one do this?
Why rob the subdivision filled with one bedroom homes priced at below one million when you could walk two blocks and rob every single house priced in the multiples, each with three bedrooms.
Make it easy for the thief's by putting the rich all together. Why make them work for the task?
This entire line of thought and questioning completely flew over the Broker and supervisors heads!!

Pulling up in front of the Home I had requested to purchase, the car doors clipped shut.
Without even lowering the tinted windows, the Supervisor said, "Please note you do not have permission to leave the vehicle."
I was stunned and annoyed.
I unclipped the car door, and exited.
Supervisor followed me yelling that I was not allowed onto the property.

I answered that if , "Im spending my money and being pushed for a signature and deposit , Im going to look at what I'm buying."

I requested a look inside?
It was denied with a lie."I forgot to bring the keys", she replied

No problem I replied, "the side door is wide open anyway.?"

As I rounded the car port, I kicked the bricks from the wall, the concrete grouting holding them , long deteriorated from flood waters I believe, or simply poor workmanship.
I continued and entered the open doorway.
Filth, garbage and animal droppings filled the tiled floors.
Broken pipes and cracked tiles completed the picture.

Being followed by a shouting agent and supervisor I ran for the stairs and upward to the bedrooms. Cracked walls, door frames hanging off the wall and a balcony so cracked its pieces where easy to kick free from their foundations.

The supervisor caught up with me, and stated, "Sir you have no permission to enter the property, "I can be fired for you being here."

And thats when the snow fell!!.
Total "white-out" ensued.

"White Hot" or  "White Out", call it what you want, but I had heard enough.

Surely an Investor has the right before purchasing a Ready for Occupancy home, to view what it is he is about to purchase?
My money, My right?
Why waste my time taking me to see the outside of a home I wished to buy, from the curb side, from the inside of a car. I may as well have just viewed corporate brochures.

My anger built because the Supervisor thought I was dumb enough not to understand that she had lied to me consistently.
The only reason they did not want me to leave the vehicle was the tragic poor low standard of their development. She did not wish me to then enter the property, for the same reasons.
Ready For Occupancy for me is the ability to move in within 48 hours of paper work and checks being passed through the bank.
Ready For Occupancy for her was 6-8 months of repairs and landscaping away.
I asked for a brand new home, not a fixer-upper.

I do not remember much of the conversation (I was the only one talking) on the way back to the display home village."White-Out's" are a little like that.
There are no shadows within the snow.
I was furious that my time had been wasted, that I had been lied to, and that they had no respect for the fact that they were asking for my money, and trying to sell me a piece of second hand poorly constructed junk, and covering every step with stupidity and lies.
If they do not wish you to enter the properties, don't suggest they forgot the keys, when the doors are left open.
Don't even take customers to the curbside of the property, if your going to refuse them to get out of the car.
Don't suggest a home is Ready For Occupancy when they clearly need months of repairs and re-building.Not the pristine home they were offering me from the display centre.

As we had left the display village the supervisor had made note of their impressive cathedral they had built for the residents of the "New Town". On the way back I had desire to remind her she would use her company's cathedral to pray for her sins as a broker and unscrupulous efforts at flogging a poorly built property to a sincere investor.

Im not proud of the lambasting I gave the real estate folks on the drive back.
Im even a little sad that others I love had to listen within the confines of the car at my anger.
But Im even more saddened that there are people out there that have zero respect for investors, zero honor in their jobs, and zero dignity in trying to flog poor investments to sincere buyers.

Not once did anyone try to apologize to me.
For that I am saddened because the real estate people feel they are the ones who where disrespected.
A sadness that means they will flog these dead horse properties to others with zero remorse.

All I can do is to blog, and to remind all investors to do your homework before buying anything in any country.
I have bought properties in several countries and have never been disrespected as badly as i was today. Always ask the tough questions and never be afraid to look foolish by asking or pushing for answers. You look more foolish if you get involved with unscrupulous sellers without having asked. It is your hard earn money, spend it where you wish, but make sure you have done your due diligence before signing the check, even if the supervisor thinks she will get fired because you did so.
It's probably just another lie.

Note; The day started badly, but ended well.
A wonderful Broker who understood my blunt line of questioning eventually found my Once Upon A Time for me.
House found, contract being worked upon.
ONCE UPON A TIME is soon to take OCCUPANCY and be the home to future writings and novels.


ONE OF THE NICER HOMES WE LOOKED AT TODAY...

KITCHENS ARE IMPORTANT TO ME....

I LOVE THE BUILT IN OPTION...SAVES SPACE...








Wednesday 23 September 2015

The Agony of TEETH - (not the movie)

If your eyes are the windows to your soul, then what are your teeth;  the barricades to the fun factory.



I have been blessed with great teeth all my life, much in part due to the fluoride in the water in Never Never Land where we grew up, giving us strong healthy teeth, or so my parents said.

Braces were for those with severe dental issues only, too bulky, too sore and too expensive for our teeth back in the seventies Today I see every second person with braces, even those with nice teeth.

Teeth have never been my problem, despite three decades living in the world of sugar, I was trained like a rodent on a wheel to brush twice if not three times a day and although I perhaps have brushed in the wrong direction, my teeth have actually caused me little issue for many decades.

A slip of laziness perhaps in the thirties caused two fillings but they where righted by a dentist supposedly worthy of his credentials.
Seems he held too much trust in my inexperienced eyes and should never have been trusted with my perfect teeth.
The man gave me two fillings and until recently that was enough.
It lasted me all of 5 years.
I some how thought they lasted a life time, but a sore tooth a few weeks back had me worry. A quick trip to the dentist stated that the tooth below the filling was not in good shape due to it being a bad filling.

Part of me wanted to find the old dentist and sue his practice for malpractice.
I was given the option to consider removing said painful tooth or having a root canal.
Both scared the hell out of me.

48 hours later, the issue became more serious as I ate a salad taco.
Soft food- hard bite, took liberties with half a tooth and a lump of silver big enough to make an ingot, falling out in front of me as I tried to chew.
Dinner was done.
Nice taco it was too.

Thankfully a 9 day vacation was to ensue- supposedly taken in Vietnam but actually spent in the dentist chair.
Except not just one dentists chair, but several.
Seems not one dentist actually does the entire job these days.
One looks at your teeth, one cleans them, one repairs, one removes and one cuts and kills.
On day one I visited the "Looker".
He huffed and puffed and did little except to give me two options, remove or drill. In the end he could do neither and so gave me a welcome letter to doctor number two- "the Removalist".

Dentist number two - "Removalist", confirmed the two options.
Remove the whole tooth or root canal.
Which she proceeded to discuss with me while my face was packed full of cotton wool and anesthetic.

Removal meant a small denture - Im way too young and could never be bothered.
Thankfully the tooth in question is a molar  so it will never ruin the smile, but it is not allowed to stay an empty space because over years it can cause other issues with other teeth, both top and bottom.
I tried to reason with the "Removalist" that  if I were to be killed a day or two from now by theoretically being struck by a car , then what would it matter.
Why drill and spend days in pain and several thousand dollars on a new tooth if life was to soon end anyway. Remove it and let me go along my shortened voyage.
The "Removalist", and her two cohorts did not understand the entire conversation, nor why I was going to be hit by a car, even if only theoretical.
I guess few patients discuss such issues and just hand over cash willingly.
In the end I shut up, because I could not feel my tongue any longer.

She took out the remaining filling, removed the cause of the issue, the "junk" below and drilled only to advise me that the tooth that broke had broken far below the gum line and to do anything further I needed to visit doctor number three- "Doctor Cut and Kill".

You know its serious when you have to visit the dentist in a hospital and be all but "put out to it" as they do their business. Yes indeed this was "Doctor Cut and Kill"- cutting the gum down to the jaw line actually.
By the third syringe full of anesthesia she was describing that it took less medicine to blow dart a rhino, yet I still felt pain!
By syringe number four I was floating and talking to my mother again, who was sitting beside me by now, scowling at my ineptitude at brushing properly.

For the first time ever, I am glad my mother has passed away, for she would have given me absolute hell for having a bad tooth. She loved my teeth and was proud that I had a great smile. She would also have given me hell for having walked the best part of the way home after, floating like an angel high as hell on drugs.
Not that I remember why- I was a little drugged to the teeth literally, but at the time, walking on the expressway seemed quicker than hailing a cab, it was after all around 6pm- traffic was slow that night due to some idiot walking on the Expressway?? Go figure.!
Eventually a good samaritan stopped and bundled me off home, my ice pack strapped to my face unable to talk due to a lazy tongue and half a face that felt missing.
Dribbling and laughing like a crazed hyena its a wonder they did not take me to the asylum instead of to home.
How I remembered my address is beyond me also.
Even when sobre and undrugged it's usually a struggle.

When I woke up I found a pocket full of pills courtesy of the hospital or the good samaritan Im not sure? And a note about what to take and when.
Three pain killers every four hours.
All 24 tablets disappeared in 24 hours.
On day two I realized the note had a side two-  which stated drugs not to be taken with alcohol.
Half bottle of Hennesey had already been added to the cost of the procedure and I had little option as all the pain killers had gone on the evening of day one, second half of Hennesy used to numb the pain on day two and bottle itself used to numb the pain on day three by angry wife who found said empty bottle and realized our trip to Vietnam had set sail without us.

So now a week later stitches have ben removed from gum and jaw (not yet from wife and bottle) and a return to root canal work is scheduled for tomorrow. More drugs, hopefully another discussion with mum, and more cash emitted from bank account for sure.

So far several thousand dollars has gone in pain meds, dentist fees, taxis and Hennesy Cognac - but cheaper I guess than the vacation I had planned for us to Vietnam these past nine days.
I could never have eaten my way around the Vietnam that I adore and the crisp bread would have indelibly killed the tooth had it not already fallen out.
The saga does not end tomorrow though, so stay tuned. Even after part two of the root canal tomorrow morning, I have to visit yet another sadist for more pain in 6 weeks time - good luck with that schedule - mid Christmas rush at the hotel.

In reality my teeth have had a blessed life, and thankfully this is the first tooth I have ever had a problem with, so if you are young- always brush your teeth several times a day and never think its a wasted exercise, because decades from now you will thank me for saving you the pain and the cost - and the embarrassment of knowing that you dribbled on an expressway.

Anyway, enough- this Rhino has to get his shots in 6 hours.
Bed time it is.
But if you ever want to take the subject of teeth further, watch an incredible film called "TEETH" (2007) Stars: Jess Weixler, John Hensley, Josh Pais ...
Some great friends of mine (Sean and Paul) watched it in 2007 after glowing remarks from myself and still have not forgiven me for the loss of two hours of their lives, but its a fun flick if you have time to kill,  or a face strapped with an ice pack.
Till next time.
bye

if you don't like the movie, please do not blame me, I just watched it, I did not make it. :)





Tuesday 22 September 2015

More Whims Of Fancy - PLATED DESSERTS 2015

The most popular postings I have ever uploaded are those related to plated desserts.
Outstripping every other blog by ten fold, the plated desserts series seem to capture what chefs and foodies truly are looking for.
So with the intent of assisting apprentices and young chefs and those in need of creative assistance, here are some newer plated desserts.
I hope you enjoy folks...

So happy also to see people viewing the blog from Nigeria, Russia, Croatia, Afghanistan, Ireland, Taiwan, Korea, Germany and Sweden. Its nice to see food enthusiasts from new countries enjoying the blog and so many readers always.

Three textures of mango

Passionfruit panna cotta, mango, pineapple and white chocolate

Pavlova re-visited 

VaWaCa...Vanilla creme chiboust, Walnuts , Caramel cremeaux and salad of citrus

Lychee


Passionfruit and yoghurt


Cream cheese and vanilla bean

PINKTOBER - Strawberry cheesecake, fresh cream and strawberries.

Flourless Chocolate cake


Les Fruits Rouge

24 karat TiramiSu

.....and inside the 24 karat TirmaiSu

Berries

Dulce de leche with dulcet chocolate

Sesame tuples brushed with copper dust,caramel sauce and honey mousse filling

Caramel on caramel

Trio of chocolate

Tuesday 15 September 2015

Out of Left Field - Blindsided

If you are old enough to remember- anything-  then the fact is your old enough to have been blindsided.
We have all been blindsided- at least once but most likely many times throughout life, work, romance, reality.

In my apprenticeship I remember asking the breakfast chefs about the eggs they were cooking. Young and stupid I stepped into their domain and asked question while they worked. The head Breakfast chef was whizzing around the kitchen and filled the morning with information and food for me. Sunyside up , boiled, poached, over easy, over hard, blindside?
Stupidly , I asked . Whats blindside?
WHOOOMP!
That minute remains with me decades later.
The breakfast chefs were a team and they worked me well. Another of the head chefs team was used to their little act when silly little apprentices asked questions when they were busy.
Blindside - was an egg to the back of the head from further down the kitchen- hurts like a bitch and funny to all who watch, not to recipient. Lesson learnt!! Leave the main kitchen breakfast guys alone. I still do!

Anyone who has ever loved, has been blindsided at least once.
Sometimes, blindsiding comes in the form of not knowing until the final second who the romance is toward and being blindsided by love.  Other times it is that we do not see something coming until its too late and taking the shunt of reality at full impact velocity and being blind sided by the truth of infidelity.
Being blindside can be both good and bad.
As Carl Jung stated, "happiness" has little meaning if it can not be measured against "sadness".

As little humans we are often told by our parents to stop believing in make believe, to grow up.
Is that because they want us to, or because they are angry with themselves that they can't.
Reality does after all suck quite hard.

If we grow up and accept reality and stop pretending and dreaming it does not make us wiser or ready for life, because there is alway that one thing , that one person , that one event that blindsides us and turns our world 360 degrees from where it was headed.
Peter pan probably had a life planned for himself of flying between reality and never never land until his old age, but then comes growing up....and "the moment you doubt wether you can fly, you cease to be able to."
Blindsided by reality, Peter Pan must have never seen it coming.
On days I am having a bad life experience , a sad reminiscence or a sorry for myself moment, I try to imagine Peter Pan at the same age as myself and imagine the disappointment he must feel on a daily basis. That longing and tearing at his heart at missing Wendy, the pirates and all the fun in Never Never Land. "So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!"

Imagine being almost 50 and remembering such a place!
Imagine!
I do everyday!
It was a place called Drake Street, Devonport.
My own Never Never Land, where nothing bad happened............ until it did.
I grew up on Drake Street.
It was heaven.
Perfect houses, perfect people, great neighbors. Kids that were friends and sweethearts, first kisses and play mates. Even in single digits the double digit teens were our friends and taught us to play cricket on the roadway, football and how to ride bikes. They did so in fun and being helpful, never once where they belittling of our youth or cumbersomeness.
We had hiding places on that street, pets, horses, rabbits, dogs, trees to climb, neighbors that would never harm us.

And then my youth was blindsided.
I never knew what decapitate meant until one of our friends was in a motor bike accident- my father hearing it on a private radio monitor he could tune into on his radio.
 I asked the stupid question of what it meant- my childhood ended thereafter- and I could no longer fly. Never Never Land ended that day for me.
That was when I was in single digits.

Now Im half way to triple, and the blindsiding continues.
Thankfully its not always morbid or unhappy though.

As a chef my life is filled with stress. We do it to ourselves. Pushing boundaries and trying to stay relevant in an ever ethereal world, where you are only ever between the last compliment and the next complaint.
As a human my life has been filled with sadness and loss.

For decades I have wanted a cute puppy. I had thought for years it would be help with the stress and the tears. But my mother for years before her death had stated the truth.."who would look after the dog while I worked the 12 hour days.
The thought was there but never realized.
Then in January of this year an OJT who had worked at my current employ posted that she had 8 puppies to sell.
I foolishly thought it might be time.
I never thought for a second who would clean, wash, wipe up after her.
I actually never thought much about the idea until I was told to collect the puppy- a girl- in a park one afternoon when she was old enough to be separated from her mother.

Blindsiding is the word that expresses the art of never seeing something coming until it has hit you.
I was blindsided that day.
From the minute that puppy licked my face we both adored each other.
"Shayne"now mostly referred to as "my daughter" not "my dog", gives a love that everyone should experience once in a  life time.
She follows me around the house, shivers in my arms when getting a bath, haircut or her toe nails cut, bites me softly when she wants to play and bites me hard when she is hungry or mad.
I reprimand her for destroying shoes and tables, for destroying carpets and eating everything she should not, but despite everything she loves me and shows it without fear.
I never saw this coming.
Thoughts of travel on vacations now evolve around where "Shayne" might be able to fly, my future too will be based upon where she can go without question.
She is family after all now- you don't leave kids behind.

Perhaps Peter Pan should have had a dog.
Perhaps if Peter is still alive he could get one now.
It is said, "without love, we are nothing more than birds with broken wings."
This big bird has had his wings repaired and is beginning to find the strength to fly once more, thanks to the love of an unexpected source.
Blindsided, and happy.

Dad and daughter passed out after a hard day at work!!
Thinking about the park she can see from the bed

SHAYNE

My first sports jersey !!

GUILT !!- Im sorry you need to clean up after me.

Does this dress make me look fat ?

Tired!

STOP WRITING ...and play..Im bored

HELP...Im stuck!