You’re gonna love this story…

11 Sep

Pour yourself a drink, and get ready for your heart to ooze out goodness and love, because I have a story for you…and boy…is it a goodie!

So- You all know that my Colin loves to cook, he loves archery, drawing, pretty much all things that normal little nine year old boys don’t like.  I mean, he also loves hockey and swimming and girls in bathing suits, but the kid is not typical.  And I sort of love it.

He’s been cooking for some time and especially loves when I put odd ingredients in a basket and give him a time limit to come up with something edible, just like his favorite show on the Food Network, Chopped.

This summer he was addicted to Chopped Grill Masters, and especially became a huge fan of Chef Kent, a charming cowboy who cooks on his ranch in Texas.  Chef Kent won his round and made it to the final episode.  Colin stayed up until midnight to watch Kent win.

Only Kent didn’t win.  And Colin cried himself to sleep, no joke until 1:30 am!!

His emotions were so raw, like his girlfriend broke his heart or his dog went missing. As a mother that was hard to watch.  Colin only went to sleep when I told him that I would find Chef Kent on-line (you all know I’m somewhat of a web whore) and that I’d find him, and I’d buy Colin his cookbook or I’d give him a donation and that so many people in the world had probably fallen in love with Kent just as he did, and Chef Kent would be fine.  I think I might have even promised him.

I could still hear Colin sniffling and his pillow was still damp with tears when I found Chef Kent’s website and discovered that in fact he did have a cookbook, and I thought, surely I will get the ‘mother of the year’ award for this.  

I filled out the on-line form, only to discover that they don’t ship to Canada.  I thought…Sweet baby Jesus this can’t be happening.  I mean I seriously pictured Colin’s face as I told him that I lied, and that I really am a shitty mother.

Panic set in and I did the only thing I knew how to do.  Beg.  I hit the ‘contact me’ button on his site and I thought I would tug on the heart strings of cooking cowboy from Texas.  Someone who was likely famous by now, who probably had no clue where Nova Scotia is, let alone Mahone Bay!

My e-mail went like this:

Hi Chef Kent, My nine-year old son Colin is still crying in his bed because you were chopped.  He loves to cook and he especially loved you!!

I’m trying to console him and said that I would find you and give you a donation or buy your cookbook for him, but you don’t ship to Canada. Please would you consider it? I’d be happy to pay the extra for shipping! And just to guilt you into it, I’m attaching a picture of him, the first one is of him playing Chopped (I’m constantly asked to put weird food in a basket for him), and the other is of his mustard and bacon chicken, one of his specialties.)

Anyway, you were great, we loved all your sayings! I think you should run for president! I wish you and your wife the best success.

I mean, who could say no to that face!!

I went to bed, hoping that he didn’t already have an assistant who opened his e-mail.

I woke up and got myself ready for work, waiting for the babysitter to arrive.  I let Colin sleep in, seeing as he was up so late.  I peeked in his room to find him sleeping, his eyes still puffy from crying when the phone rang.

Unless you heard the thick accent of the Texan on the other end of the phone, you would not have believed it.   As a matter of fact, I thought for a second it was David playing a prank, except for the fact that the caller addressed me as Ma’am.  I thought, David wouldn’t have thought out the details to that extreme.  Ma’am, with his southern charm, this can only be Chef Kent!

Can you believe it?! Not 6 hours before had I requested that he send me a cookbook and now he was calling!   I got Colin up to Share the news.

“Colin, guess who’s on the phone and wants to talk to you?” I asked, barely able to contain my own excitement.

“Chef Kent??” He responded.  Talk about anti-climactic. 

“Umm, ye… yeah…it is.”

They talked, he was shocked and I tried very hard to control my bladder.

Chef Kent expressed his gratitude to Colin, told him a cookbook was on its way,  and said not to worry about him, he was gonna be just fine.

Yesterday, it arrived.

You would have thought it was the Christmas Wish Book.

Colin looked through to cookbook, and looked at the picture, and you wanna know what he said?

“It’s really him.”

The end.  Doesn’t you heart just feel better now?


4 Responses to “You’re gonna love this story…”

  1. SuzR September 11, 2012 at 11:26 pm #

    OMG…tissues please. Thanks for sharing. Truly heartwarming. xoxo

  2. Pam D. September 12, 2012 at 12:34 pm #

    This is such an amazing story – tissue here too please!

  3. Tanya September 12, 2012 at 7:14 pm #

    AWESOME!!! sniff, sniff


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