KILLING ‘EM WITH KINDNESS
© 2016 Fiction Writer Anthony Darden
Her process was always a nice hot meal.
People tend to see reason, she would say.
I’ve been asked to explain my cruel nature. At least to the offended who doesn’t take to kindly of my good nature. I guess it is something I learned from my grandmother when I was a bad little kid. (Yet, I was a bad little kid.) I can still remember her ringing in my ear. “I will cold cock you boy, if you open your mouth one more time.” Now that I think of it, I have to laugh. This little 98 pound woman threatening to clock me with her little fist. But no matter how much she screamed at me, I knew it was from a real place of concern and heartfelt. My grandmother would do anything in the world for me. That would include jumping in front of a bullet. You can take that to heart. Because that’s the way she was with anyone. While screaming at you, she’d be serving you a hot meal, tucking you in for a good night’s sleep, but letting her point be heard. There was no way of getting away from it, but the first arms you ran into at the sign of trouble.
It stuck. One of the reasons I love to cook. Her process was always a nice hot meal. People tend to see reason, she would say. Food was a foundation of her home. She fed everyone. Her home was like a revolving door. Someone was always coming in and out to get a plate. The front pouch was always full of family and friends. And her home was a joyful buzz from sun up till sundown. And believe me, someone, in there, throughout the day, was about to get cold cocked.