Food For Thought

Written by: julie heckman

His name was Randy Richardson, about four 
feet tall and always smiling. Randy had a big 
round head with little hair just like Charlie Brown, 
yet he was the love of my life at seven years old. 
Randy was very sensitive so I kissed him. In those 
days, being a tomboy, I wrestled many a boyfriend 
down to the ground for a kiss.

I used to collect boyfriends, depending on what kind
 of treats their mother offered when I came over. I 
remember sampling blueberry pies and moist chocolate
cakes.  Once I even had a piece of Carob cake from Jame’s
mother who was into health foods. It didn’t pass at all 
for chocolate.  Well then I grew older and stopped 
my culinary attacks on the neighborhood boys.