I’m procrastinating taking down our Christmas decorations. Technically they’ve only been up for two weeks in our eyes. We put them up and then left for Christmas vacation.
I mean, can I just get a minute to enjoy my Christmas decorations??
Let’s leave them up for another 3 months, Mr. Pribs, ok?
I don’t usually procrastinate. I don’t like to procrastinate and I don’t like it when other people procrastinate either. I’m quite the opposite. If there’s even a hint of something needing to be done, you’d better be getting it done before I find out about it.
Most people don’t spring clean until…spring. I’m spring cleaning right now. It needs to be done in a couple of months – why not just start right now? And actually, it’s really already spring where I am anyway. It’s 60 degrees outside. I just checked. That’s spring, people.
Debbie downers. Ugh. They like to ruin all of the fun.
Like, let’s say you’re talking about something that you think is really cool. Negative Nancy has to chime in and say “Yeah, BUT….blah blah blah”. Then the fun conversation is OVER. Now what? There’s nothing really left to talk about – unless you feel like giving Nancy another shot at trash talking your thoughts.
Have I ever told you that I once joined the Girl Scouts?
And never once did I attend a meeting or sell those delectable girl scout cookies. Which, now that I think about it, I totally should’ve gotten involved, JUST to get my hands on a box of thin mints.
I joined the girl scouts because I wanted to be a clown. Nooo, girl scouts aren’t clowns. I wanted to take “clown classes” and one of the requirements to take the clown class was to join the girl scouts. I have no idea why.
The husband said that these muffins are good.
And if the husband says they’re good, then they really are. He tells the truth about whether or not something I make is good.
One particular weekend, when we were dating, I decided I was going to make dinner for him. He had been away at an ROTC army training thing-a-ma-jig and was going to be starving when he returned (at least in my mind). This was the first meal I was going to cook for him in our dating relationship – it was a BIG deal, I was about to show him how domestic I was. That meal could make or break the relationship.
The first thing Rob said when he entered my apartment that night was “Mmm, smells good!”. Perfect. I was off to a good start – he liked what he was smelling. I knew it was going to be smooth sailing from that point on. First impressions are what count anyway, right?
So, I told him what I was serving, “Sunday chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans anddddd jello pie for dessert”. Basically, comfort food.
We sat down to eat our meal. I watched Rob as he consumed his dinner bite by bite. As soon as he swallowed a spoonful of his mashed potatoes, he stated “These are from a box, aren’t they?”. I stared at him with a mixed look of disbelief and humility, unsure of how to respond, because UHH YEAH, they were in fact from a box. It never occurred to me to make them from, like, I don’t know, actual potatoes?? Come ON. I’m a senior in college, trying to graduate here. You’re lucky I had time to even COOK you dinner. I responded with something like “Yeah, you don’t like them?” and he shot right back with “I like homemade better”. That was it. I wasn’t domestic.
Despite the fact that I botched the mashed potatoes, the evening turned out to be pretty good…and four months later he asked me to marry him, so I guess it all turned out okay, right?
Needless to say though, I don’t make mashed potatoes out of a box anymore.
I remember the first “homemade” apple dip I ever had.
We made it in Home Ec class my sophomore year of high school. It.was.so.good. I couldn’t believe something that delicious could ever exist. I just wanted to drink it from the bowl. But there were other people in the class, so I couldn’t - APPARENTLY it was against social norms. Plus, one of my classmates was totally double dipping, so I pretty much only got one taste of the dip before I was too repulsed to eat anymore. To make matters worse, the double dipper had a cold. UGH. I guess double dipping when you have a cold isn’t against social norms. Double dippers are SO GROSS (and yes, Rob, I know it was “myth busted” that double dipping isn’t bad, but I don’t care…it’s still gross and I don’t want to swap saliva with anyone in my apple dip).
Every fall since then I have thought about that tasty apple dip. It was THAT good. Unfortunately, I lost the recipe (like I do with every recipe I fall in love with). Here it is though….seven(ISH) years later! I am SO HAPPY to say that I have found a recipe that tastes EXACTLY like the dip from my Home Ec class.
The apples are optional in this recipe. Just drink it from the bowl. Seriously.