Tonight we had stir fry. I added some fresh broccoli to a frozen mix from Trader Joe's. I got the fresh broccoli from my own garden. This astounds me. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's because the broccoli seeds I planted WAY BACK IN MAY were so, so tiny. Now the plants are quite big. I've also never grown broccoli before. Also, Kyle has threatened to rip out the broccoli so many times. Every time I ask him to just wait and let it grow a bit more. And it did. And we ate it. It had a very strong broccoli flavor. Jillian said "No wonder kids hate broccoli. This tastes so much like broccoli." Ha ha. See what store broccoli has done to our taste buds? Now I've typed the word broccoli so much that it looks funny.
It's soup season! Even though it hasn't been very cold here yet, I've already managed to make some of my favorite soups: black bean chili (meatless and so good), zucchini, tortellini, and tomorrow I'm doing baked potato soup with cranberry orange muffins. I can't wait for dinner. I'm going to find some new soup recipes this fall and winter, though, because I get a bit tired of the eight I rotate through. Any suggestions? We mostly eat vegetarian soups.
Sometimes when my kids say things I think about how I never could have said those things when I was a kid. Things like "Mom, someone just sent you a text." And "Can I go to google.com" or "Will you buy this Karate Kid DVD?" (the answer was yes) and the like. It's crazy how much technology there is. Much more than there was 30 odd years ago when I was a kid. Kinda makes me feel old. Until I get a text. Then I feel young.
Another thing that makes me feel old is that I am getting shocked and offended by things on a much more regular basis. And my knees sometimes crackle.
Can I do just one memo? Please?
To the man driving in front of me today: I'm not sure why you kept putting on your breaks every 30 yards or so while I was driving behind you. It seemed like you wanted to check out people in other cars to see if you knew them or something. After the 3rd time, it got annoying. And dangerous. I was glad when you turned.
Dang. That wasn't even very good. Let me try again.
To my son: If your pee comes out too quickly and you accidentally spray the back of the toilet seat (which should have been put up before you started) and then your pee goes on the floor, don't just leave it for someone to find BY SITTING DOWN AND FEELING WET. Clean up your own dang pee mess. Thank you. And please don't use my bathroom except in emergencies.
One more.
To the food demonstrators at Costco: Thank you for providing us with so many delicious snacks as we meandered through your store yesterday. You almost got me to buy the grape juice. It was close. The fruit smoothies, yogurt, cheese quesadillas, veggie chips, macaroni and cheese, ribs, and juice were all quite satisfying. So much that my 3 year-old didn't touch her dinner.
There. A new post. And I didn't even mention anything about my . . . Ha! Not going to do it.