LIGHTS, CAMERA....... POSE!
I stopped and stood there with dough covered fingers and flour down my front, enjoying the familiar but distant warm fuzzy, while the cook's instructions continued in the background and I realised.... I WAS NOT MY AUNTY! I don't mean it like that, well in fact I do. I am redefining who I am, we all are and it seems to be apparently as difficult a task for all of humanity as it is for me. Whatever you knew about how you defined the world outside of your four walled cushioned comforts, feel free to throw it out the window. It won't do you much good now, because everything has changed. Whether you a a pandemic believer or denier, it matters not.... we're all heading in the same direction, some more reluctantly than others but here we all are. Here I am. I was a mess, literally. There was dough under my micro nails, flour on my apron, flour on my wrists and on the counter, the tawah was smoking and the smell of burning ghee was filling the room and there was now a hole in ...
