Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?

One day I informed my Aunt I was going to fix someone’s little red wagon and she used that quote about digging two graves.

I told her fine. That was fine with me.

” Anita.” she said heavily as she looked over every inch of my face ” you really mean that don’t you?”

I was about 14 and at the time and I really didn’t talk about what I was going to do.

I just did it.

That meant, when I wanted to write, I did. When I wanted to learn to play the guitar I did. When I decided to travel, settle scores or strike out on my own and leave people behind I did.

But the score settling- I’ve always done that.

Sometimes I settle up right away, other times I’m willing to wait years.

But it happens.

So.

The best meal that I have ever eaten was a cold dish prepared with my own two hands, flavored with satisfaction and served with a smile.

 

I would love to say I understand it’s better to forgive and forget, that anger eats you up and you have to let it go so that it doesn’t eat you up.

Do you know who has told me that?  That thing about letting go of anger because I’m only going to hurt myself?

People who have pissed me off , that’s who.

Take it from the source, right?

I always do.

 

Revenge is a burden but some burdens are worth taking on.

And in I have taken on a few in my day- and I’ll probably take on a few more before I’m done.

I promise.