On Saturday, I worked at the annual baseball signup and fundraiser. Every year, it is a fun indoor event in the cold of winter, where the community comes together at the local community center to sign up the kids for baseball, eat, play, etc. I cooked for it, worked in the kitchen and behind the counter with a few other mothers serving the food.
The queen bee Claudia Perkins was there. She organized the affair, as she does every year. It is her baby. Her minions were there as well, making the rounds, and doing absolutely nothing. I think that I saw one of them throw a paper plate out once.
Halfway throughout the afternoon, Claudia came into the kitchen and wanted to talk to me about my lasagna. Needless to say, I was prepared for some kind of criticism. Claudia is a control freak, I think that I have mentioned that before. I was tired, a little sweaty and really was not in to mood for "well-intentioned suggestions". I almost told her to get lost, but being the polite little mouse that I am, I couldn't do it. I'm glad that I kept my mouth shut, because something wonderful happened.
She loved my lasagna. Gushed over it. That shocked me. I don't know why, but maybe it is because I've never heard words of encouragement from her lips before--thought that I was in the Twilight Zone, or that she was drunk. Then she asked a question that I was not expecting. She wondered if I would make a couple of trays for a family party that she was having on Sunday. She will pay me, of course, and pick them up. It didn't not take me two seconds before I said yes.
I'm wondering if this is some kind of sign. Maybe T was right about using my hobby as a business. Do what I love, and it would make me happy. I hope that this opportunity turns into something good. I don't want to get ahead of myself, though.
