In the meantime, Walker and I see each other an hour a week and it's literally the only hour of the week that I feel calm and connected to my baby. I'm so tired of waiting for something to happen on my court motions that it almost seems like I'm the butt of some cruel twisted joke. But I keep giving my son hope, and I'm not going to fail him. I couldn't bear to think that we will continue being separated much longer. He is the light of my life, and the only thing I've ever really loved, and the only person for whom I will fight to my death. It is a mother's love. No one can end that kind of love, no matter how hard they try.
As for In the Raw Downtown, we have started creating a pretty well-oiled machine. So far we can make payroll, which is way more exciting than it sounds. I love each and every one of my staff members for different reasons, and I would gush on about each and every one of them, but I don't want to make things awkward at work. We now have a full lunch menu that we are super proud of, even if supply shortages have caused our original menu to be half-discarded and for us to need to come up with new menu items. We have risen to the challenge. Yesterday, we created a breakfast dish with gravy and sausage, potatoes, carrots, and onions; and topped with fresh chopped organic herbs, including beautiful fresh chives. We will most likely be serving this Spa City Surprise all day every day or until we run out, because as someone put yesterday, "It's a hug in a cup". I'm determined to get our buckwheat porridge and banana walnut pancakes rolled out by Friday, and hopefully by our ribbon-cutting on March 7, we will have a full breakfast menu as well. Our raw menu is short only two dishes, and Friday we are offering our first attempt at the South Asian Sampler--think Indian, Pakistani, and Sri Lankan flavors. It's a beautiful time at In the Raw Downtown. I love my job.
Until Next Time, Eat Raw, Live Long!