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rebecca_in_blue ([personal profile] rebecca_in_blue) wrote2008-11-10 10:26 pm

The simple things in life like when and where...

That title line is from All Summer Long, a song that's been stuck in my head all day. But I really like it, so I don't mind. And I've been grateful for the simple things in life lately, because Sara and I went shopping this weekend and I found a kit to make frozen bananas! I've been dying to try these for at least one year, maybe two, ever since I saw them on an episode of Unwrapped. That episode was on boardwalk foods, or something like that, so I was very disappointed, thinking I'd have to wait until I traveled to someplace with a beach boardwalk to try them. I nearly screamed when I found this frozen banana kit. I made them all last night, and they were very good (even Sara liked them). She ate one and I ate the rest, while we this exchange, verbatim: Sara: "Is it everything you dreamed it would be?" Me: "As a matter of fact, it is!" So dreams really do come true.

On the subject of good food, Grandma gave me a huge bag of shelled pecans! She bought them a while back, and she and Aunt Carla don't feeling like shelling them anymore. I'm going to use some of them (all the ones I don't eat -- I've already made myself sick once from eating too many) for my pecan muffins. I just wish that Marlene could have some. She loved the ones that I made in France so much that from now on I might always think of her when I have pecans. Maybe I'll find a way to send her some in Germany.

My Sable has been very clingy lately. Right now he's lying on the floor right next to the computer, rather than in his bed on the other side of the room. He also woke me up twice this morning (once around 2 am, once around 9:30) because he needed to be walked.

Today I saw a man with a hook for a hand. Really!


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