Imagine if God’s a Chef, and this world is just a giant round table…. And us, are these different dishes being served on that table.
All of us are of different cuisine, built around different ingredients, and cooked differently. We all taste different.
Imagine how much we have to go through… right from the moment each ingredient is being produced. Harvested, butchered, and processed. To make a good dish, you have to make sure you season it well. Some are fresh like salad, and some are cooked thoroughly like a stew. I find both delicious.
I would describe myself as a well executed dish. I taste complex, yet comforting and satisfying. It’s like a Chef just travel the world and bought different ingredients from different places to create me. There was a lot of cutting, and pounding. I am not truffle oil nor caviar, that is so hard and expensive to get. I am just a simple and fresh vegetable that is being handled with much TLC.
I wasn’t born in Disneyland, and I didn’t grow up calling myself a Princess. Yet there are a lot of people in my life who have made me they way I am today.