For the next few months – let’s just call the refrigerator the new oven, and the grill the new stovetop. Really, unless you’re asking me to fry baby pies – I really want nothing to do with the ovenstove until maybe Thanksgiving.
Listen… it’s going to be ok. We’ll have pudding, and popsicles (oh my gosh I made pickle juice popsicles YOU GUYS!), and we’ll have the dessert freezer section at Trader Joe’s, and have banana bonbons, and you’re damn right we’ll have cake – ICEBOX CAKE.
My morning ritual of The Daily Podcast with my phone perched precariously in the one dry spot in my shower has become unsettling in a way that is hard to just have a fine day after. You know? Now in the morning I listen to early episodes of My Favorite Murder because somehow it’s much more soothing than the Supreme Court shuffling.
I’m headed to Ojai for a few short days this week where I’ll spend some mellow time with a few lady friends and hopefully a hotel pool.
A bowl gives me license to settle into my favorite corner of the couch, cross my legs up under each other, cozy back, flip on the television, and lightly judge people who have chosen to put themselves on reality television shows.
It’s the bowl, thank goodness. It’s the gateway to settling back and in. It’s cozy and not matter how hot it may be outside, I’d still like my moment of daily coziness.
I do my best to have a pot of something or other in the refrigerator every week.
I’m grateful that you’re here – I know there are all sorts of other ways you might choose to spend your Sunday morning. Have you felt like a success this week? Oh… we’re measuring our success in sweat these days, so…. let’s just say we’re all really quite successful this week.
It’s been one of those weeks where it appears that most everyone went on vacation without us… unless you’re one of the folks on vacation to which I say… hey, you went on vacation without me.
Hey friends I think you went and celebrated the 4th of July without me this weekend.
I wasn’t there. I was very late to the party… in fact I didn’t make it at all.
I thought we were all being normal and celebrating on the actual 4th until I returned to my hotel after the longest and hottest Dallas Texas weekend work day to find literally (not literally) everyone at the pool in their bikinis and espadrilles (sos) having what seemed to be either the time of their lives or the time of their lives faked enough for Instagram.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of two of our sweetest friends, chocolate hazelnut spread and toasted marshmallows, in holy matrimony. And by holy matrimony, I of course mean, cookies.
It’s summer (and wedding season, but that analogy is over) and listen… as much as I’d like to picture myself around a campfire toasting s’mores every night, the reality is that these Real Housewives episodes aren’t going to watch themselves (although… we know ALL of the real housewives ladies totally watch themselves), so I settle into my couch even in the summer months when sure… there are all sorts of festive, s’mores-friendly bonfires likely happening somewhere close by.
There’s something about toasting one very lazy, individual marshmallow over a stove that just feels not right although, in a pinch I’ll torch that thing right up.
I’ve ordered lunch from the same sandwich dude twice this week and both times ended with me fumbling with my wallet and not entirely understanding what the dude was saying. Both times he asked me “Are you ok?”, and… first of all – rude, although I hear your concern and it’s a valid question. Second of all – no, I’m not ok. Third of all, and a follow-up question- ARE YOU OK?
I have a few friends with kids who, maybe out of delirium or exhaustion or, likely… awesome creative parenting, have asked their kids what they want for dinner and made… exactly that. From what I can see that usually ends in a chicken nugget, strawberry jam, ice cream concoction that… if you cock your adult head just so, seems absurdly delicious. Something along the lines of chicken nugget pancake tacos. It’s really not the worst idea.