{ My Love Letter }

"So there is this gal in my life. Some may know her. She is the one and only Chelsea "Danger" Harris.

I met her all the way back in high school at the AVC, and from then on I had hoped that I would be with her. She was gorgeous and talented, and had just the right amount of attitude that I found very attractive. Even though her sense of humor isn't as refined as my own, she is quite the hilarious lady. These are only some of the reasons I adore this woman.

Today I sit here trying to put into words, the way I feel about another person who I have been with for 2 years now. It's been tough. Its been frustrating. At times maddening. But I wouldn't want it to be any other way. It makes anyone more human, and it makes me feel so good to have any of these times with this girl.

Two years ago today, at least we have deduced, we started our terrific relationship. At first it was rocky with us being so far apart, having our own past lives still in our lives, and all of that jazz. But for us to overcome all of that and to be here where we are today shows that not only is our love for each other holding us together, but it will always be there.

She makes the ordinary, extraordinary. The bleak, bright. She does all of that for me. I love this girl so much and she hardly asks for anything. The only thing she has been begging for is this one note. Just one note that shows what she means to me. So I'm putting it here. And shouting my love on top of a mountain that is Facebook. To show not only her, but everyone that together we are better. And hope that we will be like that forever.

I love you Chelsea."

Written By: Troy Potter
March 12th, 2010

{ Roz }

My maternal grandmother Roz was the first thing on my mind when I sat down to blog today.  I watched "Julie & Julia" this afternoon & was completely overwhelmed by how much Julia Child made me think of my own childhood with my Grams around every day.  It's amazing how being a wonderful cook can impact the lives of those around you.  I lost my grandmother when I was in 6th grade and along with her passing I lost her best recipes, that coincidentally can't be found... not even in the sea of websites online. She used to make these cookies... these absolutely amazing cookies. They seemed like nothing too incredibly complicated, but she put so much love into them & they were exotic.  To this day I miss the smell of warm Almond Spice Box Cookies.  When it comes down to it, I miss the woman who made these little cookies such a big part of my life.  She was so elegant, refined, & unique. Her laugh was infectious & I don't remember ever not wanting to go to her house and spend all day with her.  We talked about family history, good teas, & World events.  I was literally a tiny girl with this intelligent older woman talking about things that I still can't broach with my peers.  She used to cook every day even though she was alone.  Hamburgers always had fresh dill... sandwiches were either on homemade bread or a fresh slice of sour dough... napkins were always on laps... butter was always the answer... & "The Joy of Cooking" was always within reach in the kitchen.  Now and then I think of my Grams & wish I could have her over to dinner here in my apartment.  I'm all grown up now, but I long to treat her to those gentle quiet times we had together... showing her my utmost respect... & love... by cooking for her with a gorgeous table set in her honor.  Tonight's dinner will be toasted in her memory.


P.s. I am most definitely buying that cook book & movie soon. :)