Sunday Somethings

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Hello, Sunday.

What a busy week.  And weekend, with not a spare moment to take a deep breath.  Only shallow ones.  However, I finally am now sitting with my feet up in my bubble of glorious air conditioning.  I survived it all, five high to me!

Yesterday, Apple Crisp and I went hang gliding, and can I tell you it ranks in the top 5 coolest things I’ve done ever? And I’ve done some cool things. I will say that I was only scared for about 5 seconds when we were taking off. Other than that, I was literally high as a kite. Higher, even.

I thought gliding would provide the sensation of being Peter Pan, but instead, it almost felt like we were stalling in the air, and the only real roller coaster thrills were with any dips and turns. Our instructor dude even let us take the controls…and I wasn’t mad about it. Anyway, good times. If you have the resources and even the slightest inclination…do it! Do it now!

Last night Grape’s little bro Sausage turned the ole dirty thirty, so libations were consumed, followed by Breakfast at Wimbledon this morning (more on that later this week) and finally some BBQ and sweatiness at the Windy City Smokeout courtesy of the Windy City Blogger Collective

Whew.  

As for cooking, that’s been pretty meh, as you can probably tell. I was lamenting this fact to Apple yesterday, and she reminded me that I get this way every summer, so ’tis the season. She’s totally right. Remember two years ago when all I wanted to eat was ice cream, and last year how I didn’t want to eat anything? Such is my summer self. However, I’ll do my best to keep you entertained through my summer lull.

The news this week…I admit that I’m playing catch up a bit. Too many things to do, too little time to find entertaining internet tidbits. Anyway, let’s get to it.

Another dog video over which to cry tears of sadness and then heartwarming joy. Can you believe I used to never cry at all? Now…let’s just say I’m not such a cold fish anymore.

Footloose in real life. Where dancing is illegal=where I will never live.

The big fat Greek problem is…still a big problem.  

Goodbye, Patrick Sharp. Thanks for the past ten years and three Stanley Cups.

J.K. Rowling’s wicked awesome sharp tongue strikes again. Don’t miss with Joe, or her besties.  

Is recipe testing a dying art? Admittedly, most of my recipes only get one run through, and I look to you all to tell me if something works/doesn’t on subsequent trials. However, when it comes to cookbooks, how much testing should be done to ensure a good end product?

A follow up on last week, would you want your husband to take YOUR name?

And finally gotta love Canadians. Even dead raccoons deserve to be given proper remembrance.

Have a good week!

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2 Comments

  1. yes, always love canadians! i used to work very close to the intersection where #deadracoonTO was laid to rest. it’s a fun neighbourhood, so it doesn’t surprise me this happened. and Norm Kelly is hilarious so i’m glad he got in on it, too.

    hang gliding sounds amazing! wow wow!

    • There are definitely neighborhoods here where the same thing would have happened. I love Canada- can’t wait to go out west…someday!

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