Hello, Sunday.
Who’s ready for the Super Bowl?
Well, I’m ready for the food. I’ll be making tortilla soup and giving Ham a sneak peak at my blue-cheese-honeyed walnut-roasted pear ice cream. Don’t scrunch your face at me. Think of your favorite cheese plate and then think of ice cream and then apologize to me for scrunching your face and say thank you for this ice cream that will so enter your consciousness.
Otherwise it’s been a pretty low key weekend. It’s been nice to venture out and about without looking like a mummy wrapped up and covered every which way. I cooked a few things this weekend and the rest of it was/will be spent with family and friends. The best kind of days.
What happened this week? I can’t remember- I guess I blocked it out. Still a few things stayed with me. Here we go:
Another reason to love my best girls.
More lessons from Roald Dahl.
Can you believe the state of our national parks post-shutdown? What the actual eff is wrong with people? Not people, animals! No, animals would never do this.
Things we have done and have mistaken for forward momentum. You know you’re as guilty as I am.
For information: which condiments need to be refrigerated?
Reminder: the world is not all terrible.
Man plants one tree every day, and years later, we have a forest.
Twitter is the best. This week, Peleton takes a hilarious hit.
We have a poke problem.
That’s it.
Have a great week!
