I watched the snow fall on Saturday and wished I could go sledding. It’s horrifying to me that the last time was when my oldest son was around four years old and we lost control and rammed right into a lamp post.
Yes, I got this year’s flu vaccine. No, I didn’t call my doctor within forty-eight hours after the body aches, running nose, flushed cheeks, crabbiness started to get a Tamiflu shot. Yes, I know! Suck it up. I’ll surely be alright even if I can’t imagine that how.
2019 exhausted me more than giving birth or having a heart attack. A list of a few of the people who have kept me sane, along with a sample of their work, would include (in no particular order)….
I’ve always thought I should make my own plum pudding but I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that it calls for suet. I love suet. It is my version of Proust’s madeleine–not as classy, I know, but just as evocative a memory, recalling my mom’s Sunday roast beef dinner cooked with a healthy slab of suet on top that kept the meat moist and added a rich flavor of its own. I just couldn’t see it playing any part in a cake.
I wasn’t thinking YEAH! LET’S DO IT!! But he sounded so excited. My child still wants to be with his mom, thinks she’s cool. CRAP.
I really don’t think about nutritional values. I mean, I try to be healthy–I haven’t eaten fast food, Twinkies, or processed meat in years. Wait, that statement is unethical, too! I love hot dogs. I eat one every week and they ain’t the vegan kind, either.
My aunt is of the opinion that if you don’t know how to make a proper omelet then you can, in no way, claim to be a knowledgeable cook.