cooking and a word about fanfiction

[coffeebuddha]

Mom's been making jokes since the 4th about my possibly becoming an army cook--both her and dad are ex military and my sister is currently enlisted as a specialist--and when she made one tonight after tasting the gluten free apple cake I made her this afternoon, I told her about how miserable I've been, which shouldn't be surprising since she's been asking me if I'm depressed every few months for a couple years now, and about how I've been looking into local culinary programs. Dad's gone out of town with my sister on a trail ride while she's visiting, so he wasn't there for the conversation, and mom isn't totally on board yet, but I think I might have her in my corner on this. At the end of the day, I really do have parents who just want me to be happy and I'm so ridiculously lucky for that.

It's looking more and more like this might happen and it just feels like a huge weight is being lifted off my shoulders.

ETA: Mom's already hinting at how much she'd like for there to be a gluten free restaurant in town--she has celiac with the really rare, bad neurological side effects--and topetine and I have discussed opening an bakery. She will use it as her base of operations for crime solvey stuff and I will keep her supplied with delicious diabetic friendly treats. :)




Oh, and for those of you who friended me for fanfiction, and I do know that's most of you, I have been working on stuff, it's just longer I've got 17k so far of an Inception fic in which nothing is happening, wtf, and am also finally making good headway on my long overdue charity fics, which is why there haven't been any drabbles or shorts lately.