A Life Long Cooking Show

Being on the fast track due to successful standard bred methods famous chef Woodbine who was residing at Mohawk retirement village observed two plants that climbed his kitchen walls. “Nothing ever changes you can hardly notice the yeast rise to the top,” the celebrity culinary icon whispered. Getting up these days was difficult and a challenging activity due to his aging body but the driving force to make crème delight eating experiences a victory still was the major factor in fighting off what upset him.

Taking a second by picking up a cheerful spirit from Asia he exclaimed, “Sake Tumi,” before enjoying the toasting swishing sensation.

“Yes, I am an appetizer genius, I swipe the first coloring coat to an evening ritual canvas that could be a life’s memorable moment,” stated Woodbine, “I am the Alla Prima to the meal.”

Laughing standing by the stove inside the one room apartment that had security cameras and an emergency nurse button for trusting protection, “Yes, my dear viewer,” he spoke to the small video recorder, “there was a time back when I was out of the money and suddenly during a political sponsored bake off and my goudawon.”

Then overnight appearing inside my house was the senator representative with their committed spouses, “I baked them Samosa, and through simple chatter communication the sweets were reported winners,” seeing the small lens move Woodbine continued the monologue, “back when there was no food channel with shows there was a famous inquiry featuring Rose was her name, and Rose run xcendric like a inside the beltway campaigner who was a favorite to everyone.”

That is when he started to cough but like a gentlemen recovered in a smooth fashion, “there was no price on her results, in fact after one rainy night the next morning we all had to avoid the puddles in the street, not for Rose on this dabra day she would trot along in her lovely pure ivory stilettos she promoted in an infomercial series and when the mud struck her legs, well that is in Chapter Nineteen entitled ‘things I did when I was out of the money.’”

Suddenly, the red light went off and Woodbine stopped the oracle. “Oh Mr. Woodbine it is time for bed,” two nurses named Isabella and Seelster entered.

“Ah, ladies I am in the mood to return to be a winning chef,” he grabbed the first glass he could find, “take a second enjoy my kitchen place and we can swim in Ribbon Ridge wine!”

Following the pair over to the bed, they turned down the sheets and he honored the health care worker’s gestures, “you know last centry Isabella, I had a cooking show on television, and I wrote a novella Seelster.”

“Yes, I know,” Seelster replied, “Isabella and I were so inspired that we became dieticians and found ourselves no longer out of the money like we were working in television.”

“Tomorrow we will dine,” Woodbine stated falling asleep as the pair headed to another room on their nightly rounds.

When Isabella and Seelster arrived the following day at work they saw Woodbine sitting with a cauldron filled with Ribbon Ridge wine and delicious appetizers, a plate filled with gouda and Samosa pastries, “Ladies, shall we dine.”

“Yes, of course,” the two growing professionals Woodbine planted in the scene agreed, “today we shall dine.”