The only thing suppressing my appetite at this time is the anger in my gut! All the questions going through my head: Why don’t they teach Home Economics anymore? Why can’t a kid access even an apple in my ‘hood? How could anyone NOT see the price of convenience and its toll on our nation? Where could I send these teens for mentorship? Who even mentors teens in the culinary arts? Why can’t I have a Meijer downtown GR? (OH to DREAM!) Did I bring home my cherry salsa?!!!
It all made sense though. Why should a struggling market sell perishables, especially if their customers don’t know what to do with them? No one seems to support GRPS, so why throw money to revitalize an old program that can’t be quantified on the MEAP? (even though they are all our kids, oh and as far as the MEAP …. insert your own profanity!). I know my chef friends would totally sign up to ANY program mentoring our culinary future if only we had one. Finally I am sure Meijer has done their own diligence and research to see if a store downtown would thrive (Still Dreaming).
Still angry, I realized that maybe I should point the finger at myself. Then I looked on my wall and saw a pic of the first JuiceBall. I looked at all the momentum of what a silly birthday party could do. We have done well with JuiceBall, awareness of Kid’s Food Basket and their mission, JuiceBoxes galore, and amazing community involvement. What about the possibility of a springboard program off JuiceBall? Almost candidly I asked myself:
What would Mary K. Hoodhood do?
Then I smiled, made my nachos, and made a list of people to call.
Don’t worry, I had more than enough cherry salsa for my nachos!!