If you’ve been following me (or read my stories) you know that in almost every version of myself I am a foodie. Things like Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches are not a thing I’ll eat.

Except maybe when I’m that homeless kid or when Alex decides its his turn to cook. I already hear him grumbling — I can cook!

He might, but he doesn’t. Why should I? he asks, When I got you?

Maybe to treat me sometime. But then he’s almost associated with music and almost always can serenade me. That’s one thing I suck at — music. I can dance, but I sure as fuck can’t sing. Though it doesn’t stop me.

But I’m sure I can whip up something akin to peanut butter and jelly — maybe in a tart? Like my crepes and ice-cream. One of my favorite recipes to fancy up pancakes for Alex.