Grudge

i am carrying a grudge and it wont fit into the little red wagon with the regrets, resentments, and hauntings

this grudge is borne along by my unlimited reservoir of self-importance

perhaps airing the grudge will lighten its load

every year in febraio the Youth Garden Project holds a fund raiser called The Chocolate Lovers' Fling

donations of chocolate desserts pour into the MARC (Moab Arts and Recreation Center) $10.00 is charged adults to enter and sample as many of the chocolate offerings as one can stomach / er um / enjoy

lots of children attend / ticket price reduced for them

prizes are awarded

each Fling has a theme

in 2002 the theme was The Olympics : The Fire Within

i do not actually LOVE chocolate but i was game to participate / a friend and i partnered up / we created a spectacularly good chocolate ice cream that included some red chili, cayenne, and orange / it really was yummy / "surprisingly so" (wink)

we made chocolate ice cream cones

picture this : an Olympic torch composed of a cone with the ice cream on top / the ice cream was decorated with thin strips of candied orange peel (the flames) and a silver candle / lit of course

with each serving we said, Pass the Torch

no one passed the torch until tasting the ice cream and experiencing "the fire within" / smile

of course our friends and family were dazzled and amazed at our imagination and creativity and our theme-appropriate contribution

did we win ?

we did not !

here is where i heft the grudge onto my back

the winner was a dumb cake with little plastic cars running over it / folks on the way to the Olympics in Salt Lake

well, i never !

never again / i stick my tongue out and make a loud RASPBERRY (known as The Bronx Cheer)

i feel better now / into the wagon with you, Grudge