Tuesday, July 26
Of all the desserts that are in constant orbit around my untethered thoughts, ice cream out there with mercurial Pluto. Maybe not quite that far...My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizza's...Neptune, ice cream would be Neptune. It's not that I dislike ice cream, it has some tough competition in the form of pie and cake and pie. Plus, ice cream is a little minx. As soon as you've built up a true craving for more spoonfuls or licks, it's gone; leaving a vicious circle of guilt + misplaced frustration over wishing you could have more (knowing that you shouldn't).
Friday, July 22
There is this little unspoken pact that I have with...myself? I'm not allowed to complain about the weather for most of the year (but come winter, the gloves are off.) I'm almost always cold, ergo summer's counterpart and I are not always on speaking terms. But seriously July, a little break from the hell-fire inferno you've blasted us with wouldn't kill you. At least take things down to the double digits, please?
Monday, July 18
In the fruit family, blueberries are like the wild, free-spirited cousins who breeze into your life about once a year in between trips around the globe and beg you to take advantage of their brief stay...as opposed to bananas, who spend their days in a dusty bowl or waiting patiently at the bottom of a desk drawer.
Sunday, July 17
Thursday, July 14
Does anyone else get stage-fright when it's their turn in line at a coffee shop? As soon as I'm up, I can't remember the name or size of the drink I wanted, even though I had it all rehearsed as I was waiting. There is always a pregnant pause when I'm asked for my order, and I always end up saying something stupid by using ambiguous adjectives like 'medium', and 'cappuccino'. What makes it even worse is knowing that I used to work in a coffee shop. I'm guessing it's empathy pains, or karma.
Tuesday, July 12
Despite the fact that my inner masochist put raisins in these scones, I can honestly say that I loved them. Normally raisins make me think of the small, snack-sized boxes that my parents used to stick into my school lunches (while everyone else got to wonderful things such as Ho Ho's or candy.) Raisins also conjure up hideous default-plaid catholic school uniforms, and numerous encounters with my nemesis, math.