Museums are boring.
There, I said it.
When I’m visiting somewhere – either totally new or a place I used to call home – the last thing I want to do is be stuck in a giant building full of hallways staring at things I can’t touch or taste or buy.
I realize this may make me sound like an uneducated, classless plebian…well then, ok.
Seth and I are en route to Greenville right now.
I’ve got a list of about a dozen or so places I want to take him in the next week. Food, drink, more food.
He knows I’m a planner. Knows I like to have game plans and goals – tangible things that we can accomplish on our days away. There’s breakfast at Tandem, coffee at The Village Grind, dinner from Bacon Brothers. And, of course, many a meal eaten at GB&D.
There’s a coworker I used to have (and friend I still have) who has this uncanny ability to get gifts. While working with her for two years I saw countless customers and coworkers bring her trinkets and tokens and treasures. “Just because.”
Because they knew her, knew what she liked and loved and what she would gladly and humbly accept. In fact, I did this quite often. I’d see something while I was out and about and go “This is so Bunny!” then happily reveal it to her during one of our shifts. Or hide it in her mailbox.
Even though I used to partake in the gift giving (and quite frequently at that), I also used to feel a twinge of jealousy every time she’d display her newest present and wonder, “How does that happen?!”
Here is the soup I mentioned last week! (When I posted another soup?)
Creamy, comforting, cozy.
Everything soup should be.
We need a quick dinner tonight.
One that’s easy and filling and warm and comforting.
Also, one that’s full of veggies. Because I haven’t been drinking my green drink as much lately now that it’s cold. Which is weird considering I have had it nearly every day for the last two years. But now? I don’t want it.
But I do want this meal! I’ve actually made it four times in the last two weeks. It’s that good. I like it that much. And it reheats so wonderfully that I can make it at the beginning of the workweek and take leftovers all week to make my coworkers jealous.
The heat is officially on. It’s only set at 65 – but, nevertheless, I’ve succumbed and turned it on.
I’ve had to start my car prior to leaving to have it defrost.
Seth saw flakes and flurries coming home from work the other night.
I’ve bought decaf coffee and tea to drink late at night to warm up.
It’s chilly.
