Summer Lovin’

August 27, 2010

Well, it’s hard to believe that summer is almost over, but it is…Family Favs will be at the beach next week, so it feels like I should give some last thoughts on summer before we wrap it up…so here are some of my favorite things of the summer:

Dining Al Fresco: Doesn’t it just make life worth living? Nothing like a table outside on a nice night — good wine, great friends…really, just the best. Tonight my friend and I went out to an ok restaurant, but we sat outside and it really took it to another level. We lingered for almost 3 hours. If you haven’t taken advantage of a night out, do it!

Walking Everywhere: I know this is a city thing, but even you guys in the ‘burbs can take a hike now and again. 100 degree days aside, it really is fantastic to hoof it on errands and avoid the car and public transportation. Can take a ho-hum task and make it an adventure.

Long Days: It’s terrific to work late and still have it be light when you leave the office.

Lighten Up: The clothes, the makeup — everything becomes just a little bit easier in the summer.

Rose: Hands down one of my best discoveries in the last year or so. The Europeans, once again, know how to do it right. Lighter than a red but altogether fuller than a plain old white, rose takes the cake as the perfect compliment to a summer meal…al fresco!

Vanilla Soft Serve with Chocolate Sprinkles: Really, it wouldn’t be a summer without one.

Hope you’ve had a good one — enjoy the last days of the summer!

Single of the Week

Here’s Ken who has annoyed me this evening but I guess it will not stop me from posting his single especially when it fits so nicely with today’s theme:

Camp. Half-day Fridays. Air conditioning. Weekend getaways. BP. Theme parks. Water slides. Outdoor hoops. Tea Parties. Sandals. Softening midsections. Softening portfolios. It’s been that kind of a summer. As you swap Thomas Mann for Dan Brown in your tote bag, enjoy this tune from the New Pornographers. It’s the perfect end to a summer whose aftershocks may never end. So get in your car, roll down the windows, crank it up and don’t even bother looking in that rearview mirror.

To watch click here!

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Now that the sun is back after 3 days of rain, I feel like everyone’s mood has shifted to a better place.

Family Favs will be chilling next week. But we’ll be back after Labor Day with all the recommendations you love…


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Puzzled

August 26, 2010

I find that some of my favorite times with our family have been with organized unorganized activities — games and puzzles provide a fun structure for spending time together. Before you think I’ve gone all Milton-Bradley on you, guest blogger Denielle breaks it down:

After our recent family vacation, I’m adding one more thing to the list of vacation-must-haves (next to ice cream every day): puzzles.

While at the beach, my husband and I encountered a Ravensburger 1,000-piecer in the house we were renting – it was a photographic image of the St Angel Bridge in Rome, complete with a clear blue sky, a motherload of leafy, flowering bushes in the foreground, what seemed like 500 terracotta-roofed buildings on the horizon and a bridge with 4 identical arches, 4 identical reflections in the Tiber river below and 10 Baroque angels. There was also some moss covered walls and a small footpath, but those elements were the easy ones to piece together!

Now, I came to learn quite a bit about myself and my husband in the course of the 5 days and nearly 20 hours we spent toiling over this puzzle.

First and foremost, Andrew and I can work side by side in relative silence for hours at a time.  This was actually quite a nice revelation, as there are not a lot of opportunities for silence in our lives (as I’ve blogged before, we have 3 girls under 6).  It’s peaceful and comforting to know you are working for a common goal, and it’s always a welcome relief to escape into a different world without the aid of TV.

I also developed a newfound respect for my husband, as he is a very good puzzler (puzzle doer?). He was open to my strategy suggestions (beyond the usual, “start with the edges”) and took them a few steps further by implementing and accomplishing a lot.  A few exclamations of “I’m going to make this river my bitch,” punctuated the silence and made me admire Andrew’s resolve even more.

Doing a puzzle makes you a bit philosophical (above exclamation aside).  When I was looking for a particular brighter lime green leaf piece in a sea of pieces of green leaves, Andrew pointed out, “sometimes you don’t see things until you see them.”  How true!

Oh well...

I wish I could tell you that we finished said puzzle. We were about 75 pieces of clear–blue-sky short of the finish line.

After nearly 10 years of marriage, I won’t put together doll houses, bikes or gas grills with him ever again, but I welcome our next puzzle. I might even buy one to keep at home! Maybe next year we will go 3-D!

Am I the only person who is suffering allergies worse now than in the spring? It’s odd. I feel like I’m allergic to something new. And for some reason I have been very resistant to taking anything for it. And so I sniffle alone…

How will you feel when you open it?

My recommendation for today is guaranteed to make you feel better. (Yes, guaranteed!) But it will take a little elbow grease. It’s time to clean out your refrigerator!

The best time I find to do this is when things are running low — so in the day or two before you do your grocery store shop. I also find it easier to tackle in parts rather than trying to do the whole thing at once. The only thing you need to get started is some Clorox wipes (or other such brand). Do the shelves first. Take things out, move stuff around, whatever you need to do to wipe it clean. Don’t gloss over any rings that the milk left, or crumbs in the corner. Detail it! While you’re at it, discard anything that’s expired or spoiled. Return things to their proper place. If you’ve had enough, marvel at your shiny shelves and come back another day for…

The drawers! Empty them and wipe ’em thoroughly. I find that berries and things I keep in the drawer tend to leave stains more frequently so I wipe out the drawers the most often. If you’re feeling adventurous, move on to…

The door! This is where I tend to find lots of things that are past their prime. Sauces that I never plan on using again; jelly with a last drop inside. Clean the shelves inside as well as the front of them. Organize everything when you put it all back (mustards all together; salad dressings on one shelf, etc.).

And voila! Open the door, stand back and take it all in. It’s a beautiful thing! Everyone in your household goes in there several times a day, and every time they do, they’ll feel a little bit brighter. Something about a dirty fridge just brings the day down.

The freezer, I find, doesn’t get as dirty as quickly, but every once and a while you’ll want to do a wipe down there, too.

Eggs-actly

I am so disturbed by the egg recall and the thousands of cases of salmonella that they can’t even trace back to the source yet. I feel like this is one of those moments where we’ll either bury our heads in the sand or actually wake up to the fact that our food supply is out of control and the FDA needs to have some more teeth…and funds. The fact that we let these huge conglomerate farms monitor themselves is really scary.

Which is a good segue into a Matt Damon movie we watched this weekend: The Informant. I really liked it — it’s definitely quirky. Damon is very good and there are a lot of comedians cast in serious roles, which is kind of funny in itself. The fact that it is based on the true story of an executive who ratted out Archer Daniels Midland in the 90s (these are some of the people responsible for putting corn in just about everything we eat) makes it even more crazy. It’s on HBO now and I’d say it’s worth putting on your DVR.

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I am also really bothered by the amount of raccoons that are breaking into apartments in Brooklyn. Some lady woke up to find a dead raccoon in her kitchen drawer — it got stuck climbing out and suffocated! Seriously glad I live on the 18th floor. Those things are a menace! If you want to see a photo go here.

I have to have a head shot taken tomorrow and I am dreading it. No idea what to wear. Actually I should go to bed so maybe through some miracle in the night the bags under my eyes will disappear. I guess that’s why God created retouching!

Guest blogger Liz comes up from Down Under and lets us know that she has found the key to getting kids more engaged in the meals they eat: let them help make it. I really like cooking with my kids. Once you let down your guard about a mess or possible egg shell in the cracked eggs, it really is fun. Last night Addison, who’s 3, helped me make a tomato, basil and mozzarella salad. She was great! She was in charge of the basil — picking off the leaves and breaking them into small pieces. She was so proud, and the end result was tasty! Here’s Liz:

Do you feel bombarded with changing information every time you have to make a choice about food?  Should we buy organic products?  Is eating only organic foolish and elitist?  Are we being taken to the bank?  Perhaps we should buy only the dirty dozen organic?  How about being a locavore?  Carbs?  Sugar?  Artificial sweetners?

The choices become even more daunting when you have kids.  I’ve done a lot of reading and thinking on the subject lately.  Slow Food, Alice Waters, Michael Pollan, Mark Bittman and Jamie Oliver all have important things to say on the matter and have certainly gotten us thinking and talking about our broken food system.

One of the things I hear over and over again is,  “Slow down and eat together at the table.”  Inevitably good things will come out of this.  This seems like a great idea.  When put into action, it is never quite as satisfying as I think it should be.  My kids are always complaining about the food they are eating (7 and 4 years old) making me feel mad and frustrated. And, when my husband gets home early enough to join us, he doesn’t mind setting the kids straight if they do something he doesn’t like, adding to the chaos. (Don’t get me wrong, important lessons can be learned at the table, but…)

Where is the respect for the food?  The effort that went into making this beautiful meal?  Some animal died for this meal – some farmer toiled away – it had to get put onto a truck, stocked in a market.  I filled my car up with gas to go to the market and went home and cooked it, yes, with love — and now we have our wonderful family meal – all together around the table — bickering about what they don’t like!

So, Slow Food Movement and Michael Pollan – I disagree with you – it is not just about getting the whole family to sit around the table. Those around the table are just as removed from the food as they are when they get food from McDonalds. It is actually more about cooking together – even with a 4 year old.

So, I’ve changed things up at our household, I don’t cook dinner for my kids anymore; we cook together.  The results have been completely satisfying.  After we’ve cooked together, we enjoy and respect the food on a much deeper level.  It is a true shared experience.  We set the table, cook, enjoy the meal and clean, TOGETHER.

Here are a few things to try with your kids:  have your youngest put a salad together. You chop up the veggies, put them into individual bowls and let your child assemble it.  You’ll find your toddler engaging with veggies in a whole new way.  You can teach your older child how to boil water, make pasta and make a simple sauce from scratch with a can of diced tomatoes.

My mother was not a wonderful cook.  I remember making Nestle Toll House Cookies. That was fun, but I didn’t learn how to cook until I was in college and really took an interest once I graduated.  I was a very, very picky eater when I was a child, perhaps I wouldn’t have been if I had been involved in the process of creating it.

Tonight, I let my 7 year old make his very own side dish.  It was diced grape tomatoes, roasted peanuts and shredded parmesan cheese.  While definitely funky, it wasn’t all that bad and he was very proud of it.

You can do things other than desserts and baking with your kids. Your children will feel proud and a real sense of accomplishment.  One of the greatest gifts we can give to our children is to teach them how to cook with real food.

Saucy and Salsa

August 23, 2010

I was reading an article in today’s NY Times about the Peter Brant/Stephanie Seymour divorce and how nasty it is. He is a bazillionaire who plays polo, collects modern art and owns Interview magazine. She was a supermodel who dated Axl Rose. They’ve been married for 15 years — so they’ve been a social fixture almost as long as I’ve lived in New York. And it’s yet another reminder that money doesn’t buy happiness…but it sure does make you look pretty while you’re sad. (Or something like that.) If you want to read about rich people’s problems, click here.

In news closer to home, I had some tomatillos sitting on my counter, so I made some fresh salsa verde tonight. Delish! Here’s the recipe that I adapted from Simply Recipes:

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 lb tomatillos
  • 1/2 cup chopped white onion
  • 1/2 cup cilantro leaves
  • 1 Tbsp fresh lime juice
  • 1/4 teaspoon sugar
  • 2 Jalapeño peppers stemmed, seeded and chopped
  • Salt to taste

Preparation

1 Remove papery husks from tomatillos and rinse well.

2 Place tomatillos in a saucepan, cover with water. Bring to a boil and simmer for 5 minutes. Remove tomatillos with a slotted spoon.

2 Place tomatillos, lime juice, onions, cilantro, chili peppers, sugar in a blender and pulse until all ingredients are finely chopped and mixed. Season to taste with salt. Cool in refrigerator.

Serve with chips or as a salsa accompaniment to Mexican dishes.

Makes about 3 cups.

Pepper alert: If you get really hot Jalapeños, wear gloves or plastic bags over your hands when handling. Last year I was cavalier about it with some peppers I got direct from the farm, and my hands were burning for over 24 hours until I couldn’t take it anymore. No amount of washing was taking the tingling away, so i ended up dunking my hands in full fat milk. That finally did the trick. This time I wore plastic over my hands!

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Austin has gone to stay with his grandparents for the week so it is a bit quiet here at the moment! Addison misses her brother already. I think it’s good to have your kids go someplace on their own once in a while — whether it’s summer camp or a relative’s house or whatever is age appropriate. It encourages independence and self-sufficiency. Which, if you believe the NY TImes Sunday Magazine cover story today, seems to be in short supply.

Fog and heavy rain have set in over the city — there’s something cozy about it on a summer night when you don’t have to be anywhere.

Hope you have a great week!

Our guest blogger Rebecca has troubles, and Ken’s here with the his single…not a bad way to end the week, no?

I woke up this morning and my shoulder was in so much pain.  I turned on the TV and I found the answer to my pain.  Lyrica, it said I had fibromyalgia and that if I take this medication it would help cure my pain.  It may also give me suicidal thoughts, make my hair fall out, and make my neurosis worse than it already is and other crazy things.  Funny, I think I’ll still try it.

I was visiting my BFF from high school this past weekend in the Cape.  She has three grade school age boys and lives out there all summer.  The adults were in the middle of eating dinner and the boys were going out to play.  As I’m biting into the inedible seafood casserole, my friend’s 5 year old son starts running around with a steak knife.  My friend assured me that he always runs around with a knife and he just uses it to whittle sticks.  I told my friend that I allow a lot of behaviors, but that scared me.  I said, “what if he got mad at another kid and took a knife to them?”  She just laughed at my fear.  Her husband said, “Yeah, I told her that was nuts having him run around with a knife.” He just laughed it off.  Her kid didn’t even know the rule about walking (or in his case, running) with a knife, you know, hold the point down. A few minutes go by, and I am trying to take the picture out of my mind of the knife, going into my kid’s body.  With that, my son runs back in the house crying hysterically and holding his face.  My husband and I are thinking, OMG the KNIFE.  As it turns out, my son had fallen off a bike and scraped his face.

Did I mention my friend also has a garden?  She grows an abundance of oversized cucumbers.  She decided to learn how to pickle this summer.  I asked her where she stores them.  We went out to the garage and she opens the fridge.  There it was, 30 masonry jars filled with a variety of flavored pickles.  What happened to that 15 year old girl who used to read Seventeen magazine and try to follow the beauty routines???  That Fibromyalgia medication is looking good now!

Single of the Week

I’m pretty sure there’s an app out there for what I’m doing. One late night, some doofus in front of a computer thought, “I’m pretty sure there’s some doofus out there in front of his computer trying to write a music review. I can write some code that does that for him. Then he no longer has to make the effort, and can spend the time sleeping, brushing his long, lush hair or doing push-ups for money in the Times Square subway station.” But until this harmonic convergence occurs, you have these 20th century write-ups about 20th century bands – the Descendents – who are the pop punk precursors to 20th century bands/21st century Broadway acts – Green Day.

Hersheypark Happy

August 19, 2010

Nothing like a cocktail party to make the mid-week shine! Some friends of ours are moving to the burbs so they had a last hurrah party — very fun to catch up with some people we haven’t seen all summer. The white wine wasn’t bad either.

We took the kids to Hersheypark on Monday in Hershey, Pennsylvania. It’s about 3 hours from NYC. My sister lives nearby and we have been taking the kids every year since they were small and I have to say, of all of these type places, it really is one of the better ones.

There are lots of rides for small people, loory roller coasters for the more adventurous, and the huge water park area offers fun for everyone. Truly. I took my little 3 year old down some little water slides, and we all had fun tubing down the lazy river. My six year old was brave and took to some scary rides where you hang down and shoot at people with water cannons. My advice would be to head toward the water section first, before it gets crazy crowded. There are chairs so someone can sit and watch your stuff. Then you can dry off, hit the changing rooms and do the rest of the park.

The food options are just ok — worst case, you can hit the Subway, but be prepared to pay close to $10 for a 6 inch with some chips and a soda. One of the best tips I ever got was that any food concession will give you free ice water at any time. My kids love taking pictures with all of the characters (Twizzler Guy, Chocolate Bar, etc.)…they are around the aprk but they all come out en masse at certain times. Check the times so you can get Nutrageous, Symphony, York and Reeses’s all in one shot!

If you have a AAA card, you can buy the tickets ahead of time and save about $10 on each adult ticket (bringing it to $41). This also helps you avoid the ticket lines when you get there. Make sure you visit Chocolate World on your way out for the tour on how chocolate is made — my kids love the singing cows, and the free sample you get on the way out!

If you’re looking to stay over, the Hershey Hotel is nice and has a spa featuring services with lots of chocolate involved. There are also bowls of Kisses all over…what could be bad?

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Is everyone freaking out like me that the summer is almost over?! I can’t believe how fast if had gone. I’ve barely had a minute to breathe, really. So yesterday I took my New York magazine and went up to the roof to chill a little. I always forget we have such a beautiful spot upstairs. They just redid it with new deck furniture and landscaping — lots of tall grass and beautiful trees. I curled up on a lounge chair and read as the sunset lowered down across the city — just beautiful, and one of those times that you absolutely positively know you live in the right place, at the right time.

Scrub Your Troubles Away

August 13, 2010

There is a cricket who has decided to make its home at our window on the 18th floor in downtown NYC. For those of you in the country who try to pass off the sounds as quaint, I will take a truck going by any day over this incessant cricket. The truck moves on. The cricket will not stop!

Several years ago I had drinks with Marcia Kilgore, the founder of Bliss Spa. She gave me a few different pieces of advice on my skincare, but the one thing she said was a definite for everyone was the need for exfoliation at least 1 – 2 times a week. Without it, she claimed you were just throwing money down the drain on any creams and serums you buy to use. They can’t penetrate very well with all the dead cells sitting there. She was so adamant and it is her life’s work, so I took her word for it.

Marcia sold Bliss for a bunch ‘o cash and went on to create Soap and Glory at Target. (I want to like it, but it is loaded with parabens and other not so great stuff). Remede’s product Sweep (created by Marcia at Bliss) is an excellent exfoliator — the grains are fine and concentrated so you get just the right amount of grit, plus it washes away easily. The only drawback? $48 of ’em, to be exact.

So I am happy to report that I recently discovered a facial exfoliator that is right up there with Sweep, by Boots and available at Target. It’s Boots No 7 Total Renewal Micro-Dermabrasion Exfoliator. And it’s $15 bucks, my friends. (This week it’s on sale for $13.49 online here.) Keep it in the shower and once or twice a week, slather it on. Regular use keeps your skin tone even and diminishes fine lines. So you know what fellas? You could use a tube or two, too. Yeah, you.

It’s got the right consistency and scrubs just enough, without causing irritation. There’s no cloying smell and it rinses away clean without much effort. This is a good find!

Single of the Week: Ray LaMontagne & the Pariah Dogs “The Devil’s in the Jukebox”

Here’s Ken:

If the Devil had anything to say about it, he’d extend the Bush tax cuts for EVERYONE and not burden the market with some tax-for-healthcare scheme. Then He’d lower property taxes across the board so He wouldn’t have to sell or foreclose on his heavily mortgaged jukebox. Next, the Devil would make a concerted effort to push for social security reform, so that when he retires in the next few years, he could afford to leave his jukebox every now and then for a dinner out. And finally, for good measure, He’d find a way to build a mosque inside a church. ‘Cause this is how He do.

http://stereogum.com/456372/ray-lamontagne-the-pariah-dogs-the-devils-in-the-jukebox-stereogum-premiere/mp3s/

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Someone please remove me from the hell of having to listen to my husband complain about the amount of stuff in our cedar closet.

I cut a lot of hair off tonight. My hairdresser was like, “Don’t look at the floor!” Ha ha. It had gotten too long — that should be a lesson to everyone — too long looks like crap. You need a style. I hope I can still put it in a ponytail! It does feel really healthy now. Bouncin’ and behavin’!

The Favs will be on a mini-hiatus for a long weekend…but we’ll be back mid-week with more fun!

Dippity Do

August 12, 2010

It’s the middle of the week and you know what? I’m tired! Luckily guest blogger Michelle is here with some deliciousness:

A Couple of Easy, Yummy Apps

With summer almost over and the weather hot and humid, we’ve been barbequing down at our beach club with friends. To make things easy and to insure there isn’t too much food, we divide the responsibilities.  Last time, I was assigned appetizers.  Two of the big hits were a shrimp dip and a feta spread. The shrimp dip recipe is from Aunt Teddy – not my Aunt Teddy but my Uncle David’s Aunt Teddy.  I’ve never met her, but she sounds like a character.  She likes to serve her dip with the crunchy corn snack Bugles.  They are delicious and small enough so that no one can double dip.  And if you do, you’ll bite your fingers and possibly learn a lesson.  I find that Ritz Crackers work well too.  Here is Aunt Teddy’s Shrimp Dip recipe:

2- 8 oz. packages of cream cheese (I use the 1/3rd less fat)

1 – 12 oz. jar of zesty Crosse & Blackwell Shrimp Sauce (no substitutes please!)

¼ tsp. Worcestershire sauce

Splash lemon

1 lb. cooked shrimp, chopped into big chunks

Mix well first five ingredients.  Gently fold in shrimp and Enjoy!

Another Tasty Treat

My next recipe I found in Southern Living magazine.

Pulse 8 oz. crumbled feta cheese, 2 Tbsp. olive oil, 1 Tbsp. lemon juice, 1 tsp. minced garlic, 1 tsp. chopped fresh oregano (I used dried), ¼ to ½ tsp. dried crushed red pepper, and 1/8 tsp. black pepper in a food processor 6 to 8 times or until combined, stopping to scrape down sides.  Cover and chill 2 hours before serving.  Store in refrigerator up to 3 days.  Serve with crostini or pita chips. Garnish with dried crushed red pepper and olive oil, if desired.

When getting together with friends, assign everyone a task, make something simple and delicious, and enjoy sharing!

My day started a little before 5am because I couldn’t sleep — too much going on in my head that I knew needed to be taken care of. So I got up to read the paper and found a juicy little article about the Jet Blue flight attendant who just lost it. (Check out “Fed Up Flight Attendant Makes Sliding Exit” here.) I mean, can’t we all relate? I’m not a flight attendant and I can’t stand the people who jump up before they give green light to gather all their crap. Where are they going??? We’re still on the runway, on a plane with locked doors, dumbass. And really who hasn’t fantasized about getting on the loudspeaker at work and letting some expletives fly some days?

So then tonight I read an article on Grub Street all about Restaurant Rage. No joke. In Ohio, a woman went crazy at McDonald’s when she couldn’t get her McNuggets. But this one from an Olive Garden in Florida really got me: “Richard Bennett tells the Sun-Sentinel he was celebrating his son’s 5th birthday when a neighboring man complained that the kid was being noisy. When Bennett explained that his son was autistic, the man said something to the effect of “F— your autistic son” and then charged Bennet and threw punches.” What?!?! Clearly this guy ate a bad bread stick.

My assessment? The country is stressed out. People have been out of work for months or in some cases years. The ones who still have jobs are working in places that cut back workforces to the bone, yet the workload didn’t shrink. Nobody has gotten raises in a couple of years and some workers have had to take pay cuts. Taxes are going up all over because no one saved for a rainy day. There’s no clear relief on the horizon — in fact some signs point to things getting worse. Yet somehow Wall Street manages a bazillion dollars in bonuses.

The Prez needs to get everyone to take a collective deep breath, because me thinks we’ll be seeing a lot more of this craziness.

Ew!

I had lunch with my former neighbor today. I miss having her down the hall! She told me a pretty harrowing story — she got MRSA, a virulent staph infection that’s pretty serious. Usually people in hospitals get it, but she hadn’t been in a hospital. She swears she got it while on a trip to a fancy spa, from the steam room. It was a big boil on her butt that wouldn’t go away. When she returned she went to her dermatologist who took a sample, and it was MRSA! Luckily she got rid of it, but pretty scary. Her advice is to always sit on a towel or a robe or your clothes anywhere you go. She won’t even sit down on the subway in shorts anymore. So gross!

A Little New England on MacDougal

Let’s end on an up note — Ken and I tried a new restaurant last night in kind of a cursed space. (Do you ever notice there are just those places that always have a restaurant going out of business?) The Mermaid Oyster Bar has a tasty menu featuring all kinds of New England seafood treats. We started with some steamers that were juicy and smooth going down — the appetizer portion is generous enough to split. Then Ken did the half and half po’ boy: half shrimp, half oyster. I did the lobster roll. The old bay fries were appropriately spicy and crispy. There isn’t a dessert menu but they give everyone a tiny cup of chocolate mousse to end their meal. The prices are pretty standard for joints of this ilk — most things are in the high teens to low twenties. It’s not that big of a place but they do take reservations. And I would make one as the wait was over an hour when we left. (79 MacDougal)

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The best part about baseball camp is that the kid is bone tired every night! He is out playing left field for almost 7 hours in this heat. He got a single today and his team is winning, so he’s happy about that.

I worked at the CSA tonight (and have finished up my work obligations for the season) and this poor woman who I was on shift with decided to unload on me about 15 minutes in that she is 4 months pregnant and going through a divorce because her husband cheated on her with someone 20 years younger. You have to be in a lot of pain to dump this on a total stranger over organic vegetables. I felt so bad! She clearly needed someone to talk to. They had been together for 11 years, married for 4 of them. The best part is that they are continuing to split their CSA share every week! I would be like, “Dude, you cheated on me. The zucchini is MINE!”

What a world, people.