Wednesday, January 15, 2020

New Year Thoughts

Well it's the new year.  2020 is bound to be awesome, right? I even get a little thrill whenever I write the date.  It's got to mean something. It will. 

Well, the holidays were awesome and now we are back to real life.  It looks like this:

Jen and Sean struggling to get enough sleep.
Julian complaining about school and math.
Scheduling out the week in fine but kind of boring ways.
Jen desperately looking for fun things to fill in the cracks here and there.
Sean and Julian going running at the rec center.
Jen and Julian reading a lot.
Jen listening to music.
Sean and Jen watching The Bachelor.
Jen trying to get Julian to do new things and get all his needs met.
Sean working a lot and being exhausted from it.
Sean working on art when he can.
Sean teaching Julian things and spending time with him.
Sean cooking some. Using Julian as sous chef.
Jen "cooking" some. Hey-- i made a new soup the other day and it rocked. So that was real.
Friday night movie parties.
Everyone engaging the cats in some way.
Jen writing and thinking and writing and thinking.

That's a good summary.  It got pretty long and increasingly boring there in the end, didn't it.  But speaking of thinking, I have had a few scattered thoughts throughout my days that I thought important to record here. Let's begin:

1. I keep drooling on my yoga mat.  It's happened twice recently. It's embarrassing, but super funny to me.  But you can't like, laugh out loud.  I wonder if others see it.  I'm tempted to look to the side of me to see, but I resist.  I'm in the middle of some vinyasa flow and I come up from upward dog to downward dog and whoops--there it goes! And I hastily yet smoothly try to cover/absorb it with my body the next time I come down and it's just so entertaining to me. I don't know why it keeps happening.  I think I just need to keep my mouth shut. This will be a lesson to work on my ujjai breath (in and out through the nose). A lot of things go down during yoga and I am amused.

2. On that note, I tried hot yoga for the first time a couple of weeks ago. It was kind of awesome. First, I sweated my body weight. It was so very stifling bordering on suffocatingly hot, but I got over it because it warmed my joints and ligaments and everything else immediately and I was able to do all the moves with such greater range of motion and ease. I felt extremely bendy, over the enormous sweat puddle below.  But it felt good to sweat, and wipe it up with my full-size towel. It affected my mind as well. The mind is such a powerful presence during yoga (that is the stupidest sentence ever-and reminding me of this). You develop this strange, close connection and come to know it very well. And I thought how interesting, when introducing a new environmental element like crazy and intense heat, how that affects the balance of that relationship. How you have to maintain the established self in these new circumstances. 

3. I had a thought just yesterday and it was this: Oh, how I wish, when I do a google search, I could insert something like "NOT PINTEREST" and have that be filtered out of my results. I would be so happy. So, so happy.  

4. It was quite blizzard-y for a moment a few days ago and as I was driving in it, I saw a person wearing a long, hooded coat walking on the sidewalk along the road. As I passed I delightfully saw that they were reading a book, outstretched in front of them (but very close to their face, because--blizzard) and my immediate thought was, not all heroes wear capes.  It was awesome.

5. I recently read an article about how throwing your apple core out the window has disastrous effects on the local, wild apple trees that are native to the area.  Because new apple trees sprout from your discarded seeds and they don't necessarily belong there, which wreaks havoc on the native ones, creating hybrids that aren't meant to be there.  And I had this thought come to me-- "stay wild."  And the importance of that. And I thought about carelessly introducing "invasive species" into ecosystems and environments, and considered that literally and figuratively.  And I liked it. And I thought maybe I can turn this into something.  But then again, maybe not. Click here for the article, though. 

6. Sometimes I just don't know what to think about this kid of mine.  Last night was the democratic debate which we've been doing our best to keep up on and he is SO into it.  In the beginning when there were twice as many candidates on the debate stage, we'd quiz him on who they were and he knew it! We tried to explain issues and what was going on but he really kept up rather well. We try not to influence him a ton, hoping he'll develop his own opinions about whatever, in general. But he's got some strong ones, I will tell you.  Last night he had a conflict in his sched that would dip into 30 minutes of the debate and he was really stressed about it.  "But I can't miss this debate! I have to be there! I love politics!"   Ha ha(????)

7.  Speaking of the lad,  here's a funny one from a few nights ago that made Jen look super dumb and Julian look a million times smarter, and better.  Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration. But maybe not.  Here's the dialogue:

JEN to Sean:  I think I'm feeling World War Z-y. 
SEAN: Oh y--- 
JULIAN, running over excitedly:  Oh REALLY?! Now you're talking!  
JEN: What? You wouldn't like it, it's super scary, remember? [i've told him the plot in great detail before] All the zombies? 
JULIAN:  Ohh... I thought you said "World Wars-y," like you wanted to talk about the World Wars.  
JEN: uhh... hahaha, no.  The zombie movie.  

So funny, and lame on my part.  Two thoughts on this: 1) I love World War Z. I don't know why, but I do. 2) Julian is on a major WWII kick and history in general, and we feed this fire by parking him in the history section at the library and just throwing books at him.  He reads a ton and it's THUH best.  I pray that this continues and also I should probably read some of those books as well. 

And those are all the thoughts for you at this time. When I finished typing them, I decided to go up and bold all of the statements that include "thoughts" or "I think" just so you don't miss them, these very important thoughts of mine. Hopefully they inspire you to think your own thoughts, and may they kick us all off into a new year of magic and thoughtful possibilities.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Merry Merry 2019

Our card this year was a fun challenge.  Collaborating is always a bit of a process. It can take a minute before we figure out the vision and come to a shared understanding/goal.  But when we do, magic can happen and I think this year was no exception.   Special and huge thanks to Sean of course, but especially for creating our templates for cutting with exacto knife AND for scoring.  Such precision would not have been possible without him.  Also I could only do like ten cards at a time and have spurred on the arthritis, I am sure.

Wishing you were with us
in our home this Merry Christmas.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

On the Eve

Here we are at the end.  Of the project. Of the year. Of the decade.  Being born in the year of a new decade, the turn of each one is always significant for me.  My life doesn't necessarily look how I may have thought but then I don't think I ever had a very clear vision.  But I definitely feel a turn rising. Nearing?  That good ol'  "at a crossroads" feeling.  I've never planned very far into my future but what I'm facing now feels particularly unknown.  What could this new decade possibly look like for me? I cannot even imagine.  I hope that's a good or maybe even a great thing.

To close it out, here are a couple of random blips that need to be put somewhere. On Christmas Eve sounds appropriate.

This was a conversation that took place at dinner a few nights ago.  I'm not sure it'll come across but it was too funny to me and I felt it important to record it:

JULIAN:  I'm going to make a goal to be less annoying and less weird.  That'll be my New Year's resolution."
JEN: Weird like what? Like talking about farts and stuff?
JULIAN: Yeah...  and bombs...
JEN:  Sounds good.
SEAN: But also remember to be yourself--
JEN:  --on the other hand, farts and poop....  *looks pointedly at Sean*  Dad doesn't know what he's saying.
JULIAN:  I used to do 8's like this *draws an invisible 8 on the table* and then in first grade, my teacher showed me to do it this way.     Sorry, let me turn it around so you can see.  *turns invisible 8 around*
SEAN: Oh, thank you, that 8 looks more normal now...
JEN: Yeah, I didn't know what that was. *laughter*
JULIAN:  *FLARP* (farts)  Excuse me! *embarrassed*  Geez, it's like a slide show of my life...

It's just the strangest sequence of events.  I could never have predicted it would go like that.

One more, because I think it's funny.  I read some dumb article or thread on twitter about some dude's misogynistic views of what men and women should be. He titled it "how to be a man/woman."  So I asked Julian, "what kinds of things would you list if you were describe how to be a man?   Here's his list:

How to Be a Man
by Julian

1. Try not to make rude gross disgusting comments at the table
2. Be more gentlemanly
3. Make charming jokes
4. Hold your fork with your left hand
5. Walk with your head held high
6. Stop carrying kegs and "party naked" t-shirts   [??]
7. Don't be awkward
8. Have words at the ready
9. Wear a simple suit with a tied tie that doesn't zip up and down [lol]
10. Make sure your hair is combed neatly so no hair horns are sticking up.
11.  Don't say anything if your date is wearing super high heels that make her look like she's standing on her toes.
12. Wear deodorant.
13. Try not to spill anything on yourself when you're eating.-- that's an important one.


How to Be a Woman
By Julian

1. Don't wear super high high heels
2. Ignore all the little mistakes that your date makes (I won't say "might make."  He will.)
3. Walk with your head held high
4. Try not to poop when your significant other is around (this goes for men too).
5. Don't make your voice sound sing song. Or sexy either.
6. Work as a librarian.
7. Be free to feel your own feelings. Men too.

Those are all in his own words and I was MUCH entertained by them.  Such good stuff.  This would be a good New Year's post but since I probably won't be blogging for a while, this'll have to count.  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 2019 OUT!... in a few days.

Monday, December 23, 2019


YES! It's been far too long since I've portmanteau'ed my name into anything.  This one is a real winner.  This year I have written a collection of poems.  It happened that I was just writing them because I love it but then I thought since I had a few going and since I think it's a fun way to track time and season, etc, around midsummer I decided to deliberately continue this jenthology for the remainder of the year.   

It's been a fun project and has only fueled my love-fire for poetry.  I hope to continue and develop this thing that has always been a thing for me ever since I could write, but it's a fun challenge to try a bit harder and make myself do more. To bring it out of myself. The thing about poetry is it is really bleeding hard. It feels like a crap shoot every time so that when/if I happen to come up with basically anything, I feel super satisfied and proud of myself even though I know it's probably junk. It's not great poetry, but poetry is effort. It's throwing your creativity into the fire and praying something decent comes out.  I tried. And I don't hate 100% of it, so, good enough for me.  

Also, it really makes me wonder where poetry comes from.  I know that certain moments or settings or life events can inspire poetry. Visions. Feelings.  But what really compels a person to do it?  I feel like it's always been in my blood, flowing life unnoticed.  It's a great mystery, but here you go-- a collection of poems chronologically through the year 2019, starting with some elegant prose called Dishes:

Dishes shmishes, if I had wishes,
I'd be in need of only one,
That all the dirty dishes shmishes
Could SNAP--just like that--be done.

Of all the things I like to do
I like them best when I'm with you
Of all the trips and chances to take
I take them with you, for heaven's sake
Of all the shows and things to see
The art to view and new melody
The food to eat and games to play
Of all the frigging words I say
Of all the challenges, of all the chores
Of all the opening or closing doors
Of all the jokes and every prank
Of all my lucky stars I thank
I'm just so happy it's all with you
My life feels best when it's lived with you.

Favorite, favorite, favorite boy.
Favorite friend and tickle toy.

Favorite reading buddy and nighttime talker
Favorite walk around the block-er.

Favorite prankster and co-surpriser
Favorite theorist and philosophizer

Favorite pal and my dream come true,
Yes, my favorite favorite thing is YOU.

Mountain Spring
Mountain spring, oh, what a thing!
The greenery its fountain
The emerald isle lasts but a while
Before brown becomes the mountain.

Summer days, when life's ablaze

Every morning presents its glory

The world a-bloom, the vanquished gloom

Forgone to a shiny new story

Breath begins, tho the spirit chagrins

That none of this will last

But we contend or perhaps pretend

That summer will ne'er avast.


You can try but you shan't defy

The blistering heat monster called mid-July

He sharpens his knives in continuous supply

And waits for you with plans to subdue

His kitchen swells until he's satisfied.

Bakes and sets and wins each time.

Nestled in the crockery tin

His stewy breath blown in your eye.

The fiery glint shows his new fry
Resigned and brined, no you can't deny
The new cook in town with a plan for pie
The new cook in charge, called mid-July

End of August

End of August, when summer hangs 

Frozen in the air before you

And you watch it,
Warm and waiting and wondering

When it will fall.

It begins to ebb 
In the mornings and evenings

Evaporating a little more each day

Until eventually, a midday moment

Is the only sign 
It was ever there
At all.

One Word
There's the life I've been given, first of all
I supposed I could end this here.
But there's surely more to say, to call
As the season beckons near.
It is the body all mine
That stores my soul
And holds every organ dear.
All the little miracles, each their own
That I may never even see or hear.
It's the joy of a moment,
The luck in a step
The new thing learned or lost.
It'll be the sobering reminder
The choice to be kinder
The things we relinquish at cost.
It's you and it's he,
And it's she and it’s we,
The riches of people who share
It's beauty and thought
Ideas that are wrought
Distributed by those who but dare
And that light in the mist
Increasing the list
The One on whom everything banks
For all these things,
And all the treasured beings,
One word: that'll be 'thanks'.

Once upon a time in college, my younger sister lived next door to me and my older sister left a message on the apartment's answering machine. She was discussing some plans and in a slightly hasty, awkward ending (as all voicemail message endings are), she blurted out, "ok, well, that'll be thanks! er..bye"  and hung up. And it was funny and has been a joke ever since, and now, at long last, finally made into a poem.

Morning Glory
Fluffy and white
A cloud of light
A golden sun
Just out of sight
If you're not there
After each night
There is no chance
My day will go right.

I scribbled this on a post-it note one morning and then later shared it with Sean and Julian and had them guess what it was about.

Both of them:  Awww, the CAT! So great! She really is the best. [continuous love expressed for the kitten...]

Jen: Um... no. That's not it.   It's an ode to a poached egg.

They were 100% convinced, and it's really funny that it definitely absolutely perfectly could also be about the cat.  Cats + poached eggs, my two great loves.

Unworthy Mountain

The mountain stands to tower o'er

To tower o'er and o'er.

Its purpose dauntless to all things lower

To all things lower and lower.
Its peaks alone know the wild storms 
In that stratospheric realm
That may never reach the lesser forms
Of the foothills they overwhelm.
For worthy is the upmost point
Which only sometimes decides to breach
That line where the snows disjoint

T'where the rest of us just reach.
But a mountain is still a mountain
And as reason tends to stand
We're all worthy of the storms that come
To every outstretched hand. 

The Christmas Cookie

The Christmas cookie

as any Christmas rookie
Will tell you stoutly

And no less devoutly

Is to be, on the hour,

One's goal to devour

So varied, raspberried,
And lemoned, and merried,
And shuffled and truffled, 

One dines a bit harried,

But each frosted jewel

Is Christmastime fuel

And each given the honor

Of soon being a goner. 


Alone is where the quiet lives
When buried thoughts return
Alone is where the magic might
Compel the soul to burn
Alone is when we introduce
The things placed on the shelves
Alone is giving time and space
To reacquaint the selves
Alone is when new things are heard
In whatever form the sound
Alone is when the work takes shape
A solo journey-bound
Alone is creation's precipice 

The crushing of the morn

Alone is where the hope exists

Where miracles are born.


The twinkle of the morning

The hush of glinting dawn

The twinkle of my night dreams

Thus dissipated yon.

The twinkle of the tree light
The highlight and the low
The twinkle of good intentions
Potential promises bestow

The twinkle of things quiet
The twinkle of things bright
The twinkle of the shifting time
As Day becomes the Night

The twinkle of the twilit blue
The sparkle of the dust
The twinkle for my heart subdued
The cradle for my trust

The twinkle of the watchkeep

To quilt a frozen sky

The twinkle of the stillness swift

And of a life gone by.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Merry Blitzmas

Ah, that age-old tradition reminiscent of a Dickensian Christmas.  The big seasonal photo blitz of all my random pics I don't know what to do with.  God bless us, everyone. 

{cat heart eyes emoji}

next year's christmas card? I'm honestly considering it. it's just so beautiful. {sob}

cinnamon roll!

cleaning out my mom's silverware, I found SEVEN butter spreaders. Who has this many?? And why??
 I attempted to lay them in order by age, starting with the original... ever. in history.

A Christmas Carol, going on... 4 times? 5? A kid puked in front of us but hearing a terrifying
Jacob Marley scream "MANKIND WAS MY BUSINESS" made it worth it. 

How Julian signs his name these days. His own personal symbol/logo? It's called an Evil Entity, just fyi. He's been drawing them since he was small and it came from a TV show, i think.  At least that's what I tell myself. 

i think the heap of candy wrappers really adds something to this nativity scene. 

"Dessert charcuterie" a la our profesh chef friend. The best.  Everything on here is fancy x 10. 

Art: In sculpture and 2D form.  As Sean said, "The regular rules of clutter don't apply at Christmas." 
Cider's in the keg.  This pot is huge. Look at Sean wassailing all over the town. 

Making my neighbor pal's longtime dream of caroling around a Christmas tree with a
bunch of other neighbors-- a dream I made fun of repeatedly-- finally a reality. We surprised her.
She cried.  It was awesome. I'm sitting with an autoharp on my lap. 

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Puzzling Christmas

We've been in the midst of a Christmas puzzle blitz. It's been great fun.  We had a couple of our own and I was close to buying some more online when I then had the thought, hmm.. maybe I'll check with my mom first.  Turns out it was the right decision because after she brought me to her multiple puzzle cupboards, I brought home like SEVEN wintery/holiday-y puzzles.  All 300 piecers which was my requirement.  Puzzle swapping definitely needs to be a thing.  Maybe I'll bring this up at the next staff meeting at the library... which I am not necessarily invited to.

I got a picture of all but one of the puzzles done this season.  Some were more challenging than others. Some were more fun.  Some were super weird, like this one:

Photoshop, USA.  Everything was weird and distorted.  Is that cardinal HUGE or the mailbox tiny?  How far away is everything in relation to one another?? Nothing is determinable and it was kind of the best.  If I were to design puzzles, it might be something like this, to cater to those puzzlers out there who also like to feel like they're in a bit of a nightmare.  7/10

The three chefs were surprisingly challenging.  A lot of overlapping colors and patterns here. Mildly fun.  I'd give it a 6/10.

Dress up kittens. Sadly we didn't get a pic of this one but I'd give this a 10/10.  Practically perfect in every way. So good.

The one looking in the mirror gets me every time.

We have another puzzle with the edges put together. But give us a free night and we can get 'er done in one go.  I'll be sure to keep you posted.

Also my amaryllis is out of control. It's supposed to bloom at Christmas and it was days--DAYS early. I love it though. Also I had to say it backward in my head to figure out how to spell it (sillyrama). 

Lastly, here is a video of us finishing a most perplexing puzzle-- you know, the kind where you're at the final piece and it doesn't fit.  ???  Less into the jigsaw variety, Julian was super into this puzzler because of the mystery aspect. Why would it not fit?!  Someone solve it! Anyway, I'll let you watch this most exciting puzzle conclusion, dare I say the most exciting there ever was in puzzle history. That's right! Puzzle history.  Also, this was actually done earlier this year but is definitely worth including.   Here you go:

Happy puzzling!

Friday, December 20, 2019

Little Drummer Boy

I have been playing a heck-ton of music this Christmas.  On the piano, that is. And otherwise.  But it's been fun, challenging, and is one of my favorite ways to celebrate the season.  For example:

1. I have decided I love Christmas duets.  Like, Christmas is a time for piano duets.  My sister and I used to play this super hard one of Sleigh Ride and we'd just bang on the piano and hope to hit one or two correct keys because it's so fast, there's no time to be careful about it.  This is the best and my favorite way to do it. I am the opposite of a perfectionist but I also think it's just way more fun for a duet.  You could both practice really hard and do it perfectly and that's nice, but.. where's the humor? The desperate flailing? Where's the smacking at piano keys? It just feels more right to me.  I have a friend who lives near me that I've dubbed (unbeknownst to her) my duet partner.  At Julian's recital this year some kids played a Nutcracker medley duet and I was like, I want that.  So I bought it and yes, after what I just said, I practiced it a lot. But it was tricky for me and really would have sounded like nothing if I hadn't practiced some.  Anyway, I gave it to my friend and we performed it for other friends at a Christmas book club and it was kind of the best.

2. Church choir.  I'm accompanying this year and that same duet friend, also the conductor, is kind of my enemy because she chose the craziest/fastest songs! One of them is TEN PAGES.  That's right, ten.  Any players out there will know that's a little bit bananas.  I decided to divided it into two and tape five pages together.  I don't really trust people to turn my pages for me, no offense, so I've figured out a way to whip that first set away from the piano and will probably tape the other set to the piano because we accompanists live on the edge.  Anyway, speaking of practicing, I have had to drill and drill these songs. It's been a good lesson to illustrate to Julian the importance of practicing.  But also I'm kind of mad at my friend for choosing such crazy songs.  3/4 of them are whippersnappers. Wish me luck. 

3. For his duet recital, Julian played one Christmas song and one non-Christmas.  He was assigned these songs in August so since then we have been playing Little Drummer boy which is a very long time, though I have always felt like that song was bigger than Christmas.*   Anyway, every year I like to come up with a new Christmas song arrangement.  Just my own spin version on the piano.  I never know what song it's going to be but something usually comes out and I enjoy it.  This year it's Little Drummer Boy, inspired by playing with Julian.  My goal is always to find a different twist in something that may have already been decided as a certain kind of song.  Some hidden beauty or different vibe.  I worked on this one quite a bit and implemented all my favorite techniques these days which are a) syncopation (whenever possible) b) simplicity and c) steady rhythmic patterns. I love it. 

*Office quote

Here is a video of me playing the song.  Get excited, it's really quite artsy:

Thursday, December 19, 2019

Snowy Day

Over Thanksgiving it snowed a good snow in these parts.  Everyone tried to be like, boo, snow! But then we all secretly were ok with it because snow on a winter holiday is the only acceptable time and has a potent element of magic not held otherwise. 

It snowed off and on for several days.  The day immediately following this intermittence, we decided to take our snowshoes and sled into the mountains and find an adventure. 

Which we did.  There's something supremely satisfying about being in a place at the most perfect moment, in the most optimal circumstances.  The universe sings such a perfectly harmonious tune upon you and you feel it.  You can see it, you feel it, you hear it, you know it.  I was certain that the mountain could not have been more beautiful.    The snow was soft and new and not yet riddled with many visitors.  Just glorious.  Behold:

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

The Return

Just felt it important to announce that the eyebrows hat has made a returned appearance this holiday season.  Now your celebrating is complete:

lmk if you want the high res version for download purposes

Tuesday, December 17, 2019


I feel like I started a list like this a long time ago but then it was like, "I'm so old, I'm like an old lady, I swear! ha ha ha" when I was 28.  And now I'm THIRTY-NINE and it's legit (fast-forward to ten, twenty, thirty years from now for repeats of this event).   Whatever. I'm dealing with it.  It's not easy but I'm dealing.  One way I'm dealing is to make a list of foods I used to not like and do now, foods that are decidedly old people foods. Probably half because our palettes change over time and half because so do our bodies and their ability to tolerate certain foods.  The list grows shorter or just wildly specific.   I've got a lot of them and somehow this seems an important thing to record:

1. Seltzer water.  Love it.  It's the fun of soda without the death of sugar. It's sometimes worth it, but I don't want to drink my calories, generally. I will say, however, there are moments when I'm like, why do I feel so agitated? Oh it's because I need to eat something I LIKE.  And out comes the sparkling cider whatever bottle from the basement.  And it's often just the ticket.

2. Ginger.  I was on a huuuuge ginger kick last year. Whenever I love something I love it hard so that I kind of OD on it.  Which I did with ginger.  So I'm taking a break.  But for a while it was lemon ginger tea, ginger chews, chocolate-covered ginger bits. I still love it, just not so regularly these days.

3. BLACK LICORICE.  I know! I knew it would happen one day.   I think a seed was planted about six or so years ago when I went to the Scandinavian museum with my Scandinavian friend who showed me the ways of legit, salted Finish licorice, and I was like, "Ohhh..."  Also I really want to be Scandinavian. I went to a movie once with a friend who brought a bag of assorted licorice (black, red, rope, non-rope) and we had a silent battle about it. Anyway, it happens that now, a tiny nibble of a Good 'n Plenty is not the worst thing. It almost feels more healthful for me, in a way. "Well, but it was black."  That childhood original association of gross things = good for you.

4.  I saw some video about a parent tax on kids' Halloween candy and I reflected on how none of it even tempts me.  I'll have your Mounds or a York Peppermint Patty but only if you don't want it. Otherwise, no thank you.  Except a few weeks ago we were driving home from somewhere far and we stopped in a gas station and I was like, "get all the candy bars!"  We got oldschool stuff like Caramellos and Sprees and it was pretty fun, and then a little bit gross.  But it was fun to debate about chewy sprees vs. regular, chewy being the obvious winner, of course.  I still do like candy, I confess, but I just can't eat it. When I was in Jr. High I used to eat a pack of skittles a day. This may or may not have been a factor contributing to my current blood sugar situation.

5. Butterscotch.  But I've always loved that. I'm hoping I've just mostly always been old. "That Jen.. she's an old soul," all my friends say, in my mind.

6. Rye bread.  It's delicious.  I discovered it earlier this year and was like, what is this rich, flavorful BREAD I'm eating? So good. And then I went to lunch with my mom and aunt who both ordered a reuben sandwich (which is on rye bread) and I was like, mm, looks delicious. 

7. Grape Nuts.  This is the weirdest cereal.  What the he-- is a grape nut?  No one knows. But they were disgusting tooth-breaking cereal pebbles that you could apparently consume and digest. They also had Grape Nut Flakes which were kind of delicious and much more palatable.   I saw the nuts, though, a while back after a very long time of seeing them and I said to myself, I wonder... 

I had a hunch I'd like them now.  I bought a 10-lbx box home and visions of my parents eating them immediately appeared in my mind, to them pouring a small bowl (a small bowl will sustain you for three days), then they'd pour in the milk to cover the whole cereal which is ordinarily a very serious milk:cereal ratio faux pas, then leave it sitting on the counter for who knows how long. Hours. I'm not sure I ever saw them actually eat it because life had continued on by then.  So this time I did the same and let those tiny rocks soak.  When they were deemed somewhat chewable and almost ALL the milk absorbed, I added some honey and fruit on top and guess what, I was right: Delicious.  And it was plenty sweet without the honey.   Also it's sort of fun to make yourself wait for the goodness, as an old person would say.


Sunday, December 15, 2019

Favorite Xmas Treat

This cinnamon roll: