New Post and POtatoes

So, I know that my posts have gotten progressively, well, gloomier for lack of abetter term. Part of me wants to apologize for that, but a bigger part of me says no need, because let's face it, the five of you that read this knew what was going on anyways, and if you just stumbled upon it without knowing me, then it doesn't matter much to you. I have been in a horrible place for the past few months, and the past two days, I could see light. I could see God's glory and His radiance coming through lives of those I love. He is taking care of me and my loved ones. I am not out of the dark yet, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it's beautiful. Thank you to all of you who have been helping me and praying for me, you have no idea what it means to me. I love you all.


Now, onto the rest of the post (tee hee). I get everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, from my mother. Except my hair. I was reminded of this when I found myself incredibly allergic to raspberry syrup that goes in coffee, due to the food dye. My mother is also very allergic to red food dye. We have the same face, the same annoyed expression, the same bra cup size. However, the other day I noticed a new similarity.

You see, I am a good cook. But I cannot make instant food to save my life. Spaghettios burnt to the pan, brownies that are more like graham crackers, yellow cake that is kind of tan, etc. I now realize that I got it from her. The other night, she was making instant mashed potatoes. I love mashed potatoes very much, instant or not it's delicious poofy heaven in my mouth. Anyways, she kind of accidentally mixed them with rice. This si not the first time this has happened. Last time it was jiffy pie crust and corn bread. That was more edible than the starchy mess that was suppposed to be spuds. She can cook from scratch like nobody's business. However, it was a relief to see that I cam by my instant cooking skills honestly.