Broke But Not Busted: Crepes
Last year was probably one of my lowest points since I was seventeen, in high school and had left home. Being poor and almost failing school (because I never went) was better than the situation at home, and I knew that even when I was living on day old doughnuts from Robin’s Doughnuts. At 75¢ a bag it filled a huge gap in my weekly diet even if it’s revolting to think about now.
It’s been rough and being that poor again at 35 is really gnarly, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. My knowledge and mental health are worlds apart from those days but it still sucks. Really, really hard.
I took a job in a restaurant because I’ve never done that. Even though I’ve been working since I was ten, I had avoided the food industry. Now in my thirties, fed up with where all my hard work had lead me, I decided to try my best at a vegan restaurant. I was thinking it would allow me to make ends meet while freeing up time to work with clients who didn’t treat me terribly; think Kevin Spacey in American Beauty - I was just totally over my career.
It was hard. Frankly, it sucked. Because of some internal problems, I didn’t get paid the small amount I was owed for over a month from when I started. This, the pic on the left, was literally what was in my fridge that day: condiments from work and some shriveling up carrots. I took that dead-beat food and made some amazing crepes. If anyone ever accuses me of wallowing in my pain they can suck it because I literally made a feast out of nothing.
Nearly a year later it’s not much better but you know what? I have the proof that I can make something amazing out of nothing. It’s right here.