Sandra be Nimble, Sandra be Quick

She never considered herself to be a food writer, although her friends joked with her, "why don't you write about my samosa or my tres leche cake, you comin' over here and eatin it and all."  Sandra did have her habit, and even at a ripe young age, Sandra ignored her mother's comments:

 "Don't invite yourself to your friend's house", her mother said.   Early as a child, her mother heard her one day sitting on a red squishy chair in the kitchen; her legs danglin', as she was tellin' her friend Crystal, "Go ask your Mom, if i can come over" her own mom must have taken her by the the hand that day and gave her a talkin' but she didn't care, if she didn't invite herself into her friends' life she wouldn't have, half of them.  Now lookin' up the aprtment at the elevator sign, 13-12-11, she'd quick thhink of her excuse for coming, but she knew she ahardly need to speak, Muy's basic english would fill the gaps, and she'd engage Sandra in small talk, Sandra thought to herself, ask her about her mom, ask her about...