Today’s a special day. I get to write TWO posts. I think this is only my way of avoiding sleep. Usually I’m bounding into bed, but lately, I’ve noticed, I try to stay up as late as I can. I usually don’t last very long because right around 10pm my eyes start feeling gritty and the deterioration in my mental and motor skills is such that I can’t do much except lie still– this is a genetically pre-determined trait that drove my father crazy when I was growing up. He was certain that I could never by a true intellectual superstar unless I stayed up well past midnight studying. Nothing made him happier than to see my nose buried in a book. And though he tried very, very hard– buying used math and history textbooks from the Barnes & Nobles, assigning my sister and me his own personal homework, taking us to the local public library every Saturday with a shopping cart (those gigantic, aluminum, old-lady ones) to fill with books– I personally could not get past Judy Bloom. I loved her. When I entered the fifth grade and was routinely going to bed at 10, he finally realized that his hopes of rearing an Einstein were hopelessly lost.
I suspect however, that he had his suspicions when he discovered much earlier that I sucked at long division.
Filed under: Living in Boston
Well, yesterday anyway. Peanut butter and apples. Wow. Granted this is not novel information for most people, but there I was, just having eaten dinner, but still needing something to… cleanse the palate. My buds weren’t sure if they wanted sweet or salty, crunchy or soft– in short, I was still hungry. I scanned the contents of my refridgerator– there wasn’t much in there except for a jug of Gatorade, a tub of Greek yogurt, a few apples and some freshly ground honey roasted peanut butter from Whole Foods. What I really wanted was an Eggo waffle with melted I can’t believe it’s not butter and Food Emporium syrup. My sister introduced me to this delectable treat this past weekend– who knew toasted frozen waffles, fake butter and artificial sweetener could be such a taste sensation? Instead, I settled for an apple and the peanut butter. In truth, I really just wanted the peanut butter, but like ketchup, peanut butter needs a home. I had heard of apples being employed for this purpose before, so I decided to try it. Well, I must say I was pleasantly surprised.
Current events: Condoleeza Rice is looking particularly manly these days.
