As I entered tags for this post, the word acceptance almost typed itself. I promise I was looking for another word. I guess, it all comes back to that. I am not a chef, and I don’t intend to be one. I love myself the way I am, and I know there is room for improvement but being a girl doesn’t mean I have to cook and do it well. It is in my genes( my grandparent was a cook and owned a restaurant, and my mother cooks delicious as well as my sister), but for now I enjoy doing the simple stuff that makes me happy… call it a sandwich or a frappe… or maybe something else.