First, to be clear, this statement was made while sitting on the couch watching said celebrity chef put together a counter full of food that looked far superior to anything that was going to happen in our kitchen without, say, my actually standing up. And, really, that wasn't about to happen.
So, really what I wanted was not so much a new best friend, but for the celebrity chef to live next door and bring me food while I sat on my couch.
But where's the poetry in that?
Time passes and then, someone who serves to often be a reminder of the fact that you do not get to choose your family, decided to post a blog entry that someone wrote regarding the celebrity chef and her decision not to participate in a Make a Wish foundation wish. It was, as these things are, accompanied by a snide comment.
Why would someone do this?
Perhaps he was concerned that I would actually sell my house and set in motion a scheme to live next door to the celebrity chef?
Perhaps he too hopes to one day become her best door neighbor so that they can enjoy theme brunches together and he wanted to throw me off the trail?
Or, perhaps he was, once again, being kind of a jerk on my Facebook page.
Irony of this entire exchange is that this particular relative is a tri-corner hat sporting member of the Tea Party which means that I'm to feel moral outrage that Celebrity Chef won't do a cooking lesson for the Make a Wish Foundation while Tea Party Relative is advocating for political candidates who don't care whether the children who are making wishes actually have access to healthcare.
Moral outrage is a funny thing.
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