Fortune or Fame? - BLOG HOP

Welcome, Wonderful Women of She Writes! I participated in the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour this past weekend and since we had such a fun topic, I decided to leave my post up a little longer and ask that you, too, share your thoughts on:

Fortune or Fame?

Or the way I see it:

Let’s start with fortune.

If I were suddenly rich, of course I’d get a bigger house…and someone to clean it…and a pool…and someone to clean that, too. But my real indulgence would be a personal chef.

Y’all know by now how much I love food. And I’m a good cook, but I rarely whip up my best meals because I just do not like all the non-cooking parts of the job. So even though I’m pretty sure I could Bam! like Emeril if I had someone to dice up all my ingredients ahead of time and wash my dishes afterwards, I don’t.

Now, if I were wealthy, I’d blow right past getting a kitchen assistant and go straight to setting up a real-live version of Food TV in my own home; just sit back and watch somebody else do it all. Or maybe some-manybodies else – a Cajun chef and an Italian one; one for Mexican food and another for BBQ. A whole team to satisfy my every craving, like my own personal Iron Chef panel. (Man, the guy behind that show was exactly the same kind of eccentric genius I could be.)

Anyway, my answer to the question posed is: Fortune. That’s what I know what to with, and it wouldn’t change my life much beyond chow time. :)

 

Really, the bigger question for me is:
Would you be willing to suffer Fame in order to gain Fortune?

 

That’s a toughie. I sure want the fundage to eat whatever, whenever I want, but I’m not keen on doing it in front of other people. I confess; I am a gluttonous eater. I will continue to shove good food into my mouth until I physically cannot hold another ounce. (Then, of course, I need a nap, like a bear packing it in before hibernation. And, also like a bear, if you dare reach your fork across the table and into my plate, be warned: you might lose a finger.)

Got a good visual? I know it’s not pretty – and it sure ain’t newsworthy – which means it would most certainly make the front page of the tabloids if I were famous. (And I mean really famous, as in more than just picture-on-the-wall-of-a-restaurant-for-eating-whole-thing famous. Btw, since we’re on that subject: Where was Man v. Food when I was in college and otherwise responsibility-less? If I’d hit the road with Adam, we’d’ve tore up those challenges!)

Well, now that I’m a lot hungry and a little bitter (I could even be hungry for bitters, if I knew what they were) over what I have-not, I think I’ll go hop around to other blogs. ..and be glad they can’t see me typing with just the one hand while the other sprays a can of whipped cream straight into my fortunate mouth. :)