Health benefits are often a draw when foods or drinks seem off-putting.
Green is healthy; you know, like lettuce or broccoli, but in a drink… well, the color can be extreme. That said, a green smoothie can be so delicious. I will attest to the perfection of this satisfying drink.
Red could be said to be on the other side of the color spectrum. Don’t think stop when you see this beverage in your fridge.
Kindness and friendship are not activities but I am grateful for both.
The person who wrapped these lovely flowers in that lovely tote offers me both kindness and friendship.
I am a very lucky person. She is one of many kind friends that have gathered around me.
My heart swells with gratitude to all of them. You know who you are!
I have also been fortunate in having strangers come to my assistance. I may not know who you are but I am very appreciative of your aid. And, of course, your kindness in all those unexpected acts of friendship.
It has looked like a full moon to me for the past three or four days. This one on this morning marks the fifth.
What kind of moon is it? And why is it greeting me at 7 a.m.?
How far off-track can I take this blog today? Yes, breakfast was great. Company was better. But back to the fight for freedom and democracy.
Defending democracy is a battle that right-minded folks like Mari cannot abandon. She headed to mid-town to join a rally in defense of American freedoms. It’s fitting that this rally was held on the second anniversary of the insurrection.
From the desk of Bill Gates “Email is not a good way to get mad at someone. . . . You can send friendly messages very easily since those are harder to misinterpret.” (A 1994 New Yorker story by John Seabrook.)
The angry among us found our way around Gates’ caveat. SIMPLY USE CAPS. We can shout at each other even in an email.
Years ago I saw Pele play at the Polo Grounds. It was a privilege to witness his electric performance.
Today, December 29, 2022, the soccer great died at 82.
When Pele was on the field, America was attracted to the charisma he brought.
My assessment that Americans would not embrace soccer’s big moment this year proved wrong as well.
Team U.S.A. made a decent showing. The World Cup was a fever that caught all of us in its embrace.
I lament the Ben-and-Jerryification of the creamy flavorful cold dessert most all of us love for its texture and its taste.
Ice cream should be smooth.
Ice cream should be velvety.
Lumps of candy bars and cookies complicate a straightforward treat.
I don’t want my tongue to encounter popcorn when I look for the excitement of a neutral flavor, simple chocolate.
Uninvited caramel candy bars or hard peppermint mar my experience. I turn to gelato for what I crave.
“You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream.” What’s your favorite flavor? A clever pun or a single origin like plain old vanilla or coffee?
I missed National Fruitcake Day. It started earlier today, December 27th but I feel I should have been there to commemorate it from the beginning.
Too late now at 6:15pm to show true appreciation. I jest. I cannot in any fairness celebrate. Fruitcakes- and this includes the pannetone- lack any emotional or tangy connection for me.
As Sam-I-am would have it “I do not like it” anyway it’s sliced. Heavy cakes that can double as doorstops or the Italian lightweight versions have no appeal.
The culinary imagination that decided to throw all manner of dried fruits and some nuts into a batter is foreign to me. It does not matter from which continental provenance, this cake ain’t to my liking.
All The Best