It’s how the saying goes, isn’t it? I took these this week. I couldn’t resist—cherries were on sale.
I like what Mark Bittman has to say about cherries in How to Cook Everything: “There’s an occasional one or two in the batch that makes us pause and think, ‘Oh. Now I remember why I love these.’ But these days the fact is that a bowl of cherries is a lot like life—fairly mundane, with some high spots” (630).
While Ryan and I were visiting my family in North Carolina, we got the chance to go to the Raleigh Temple (i.e., where we were married) on Wednesday night. As we arrived, a wedding party was taking photos outside the temple (now I know that my letter from the temple specifically asked us NOT to have people in their bridesmaids dresses outside the temple, but anyway…). As we approached, I started to say to Ryan, “Who gets married on a Wednesday?”
Then I remembered. We did.
Hey, it’s a good day of the week to get married. Wednesday.
Sheesh.
I went in to work on Friday for our weekly meeting. We talked about an upcoming (HUGE) project for a little while. Then my supervisor told me that after we finish the big project, she’ll turn me loose to do whatever I want.
Whatever I want? And get paid?! I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I mean, I’m guessing she means that my projects should be at least vaguely work-related, but still—pretty wide open.
Whatever will I do with myself? This project can’t be over fast enough!
My supervisor also talked about having me attend Omniture University. I love web analytics, so that would be awesome! Not sure what I’d do with Hayden for those few days, though. . . .
Just when I thought I’d hate my job forever. . . .
Hayden has learned to make the fishy face. Here’s an okay illustration of his newest talent:
(It’s so hard to catch these faces with a digital camera; they’re so fleeting!)
Speaking of fish babies, I hope we’ll get to take Hayden swimming soon. There’s a church swim party next Tuesday, but I’m afraid it won’t start until too close to Hayden’s bedtime. Ryan and I will have to take him some Friday, or maybe when our families are in town.
Glub glub glub!
Happy 25th Anniversary to my parents!
In honor of the occasion, I’ll add a line from a noted poem.
“… Hers parents were named Dinanah and Ben.”
from SOME WORDS BY JORDAN
My parents went up to the Virginia mountains, since they had to take Jasmine up there anyway. 25 years!
I love Food Network. I would probably watch it all day if I could. Except Emeril. He scares me.
Last night, we watched a show about a competition to create a new ice cream flavor. Delicious. Five finalists got to go to the ice cream plant and make two versions of their ice cream flavor, then tweak it for their final entry. Got to see a lot of the making of ice cream. Ah….
It seems like every time I watch Food Network, though, I go into a life crisis. Oh, food is soooo gooooooooood. Then, depending on what we’re watching, I want to adjust my career plans accordingly. If it’s a cake decorating competition, I want to become a champion cake designer. If it’s like last night’s ice cream show, I want to be an ice cream flavor technician or brand manager.
I think this all started when I read some Reader’s Digest Condensed Book (ooh, condensed milk—fudge…) about a woman that became a chocolatier. It became my dream job for the week. Then it was pastry chef. Then confectioner again. And now Food Network fuels my crazy dreams. I’ve
even looked at classes at colleges in my town to learn about candy- and pastry-making. Seems like it’s always desserts…
I think I’m going to gain a lot of weight if I ever get serious about this.
Well, my cookies are done, so I’m going to go eat some!
Want to drool more? These pictures come from http://www.sxc.hu. Go search for “desserts” and enjoy!!!