|This is your lawn on Border Collie|
I think I have now pinpointed what it is that bothers me about January. The after Christmas blues contribute, but it's really the blah that comes with the January Thaw (I swear I wasn't trying to rhyme there, but Carrie Bradshaw moments are few and far between--so I'll keep it). If you're not familiar with this concept, you probably live outside its drab reaches. For a few weeks in mid-January, there is a break in the cold. Snow melts, temperatures rise to 40F to 50F, the sky is plain and grey, and there is mud. Everywhere. It's not a time anyone finds particularly enjoyable--we know it's a false spring and we know real winter follows it. I can't say I remember being so bothered by it before I had Barbie. Barbie is half Border Collie, which is the equivalent to canine cocaine. She is impeccably well-behaved as long as she is exhausted. So whatever the weather, we spend a lot of time outside. She also is accustomed to lounging on white furniture, rides in my (tan interior) car, and playing at her BFF's house on white carpet. When Barbie runs in the snow, cleaning her is a simple affair and merely a matter of drying her coat. When Barbie runs in the mud, she needs a bath. It means the January Thaw is not only unattractive and uninspiring, but inconvenient on a daily basis.
|Do you hear 'Tara's Theme'?|
But just like clockwork, the Thaw ended last Sunday. The ground is covered in snow again, the light is bright and energetic, the nights are blue instead of black, and Barbie is easily kept exhausted and clean. I love winter and am always glad to see it return. We're even expecting 6-10 inches of snow tomorrow! I don't think there is anything as striking as a landscape bedecked in snow, banishing the mud and grey to March. Where it is at least softened and beautified by warm wind and daffodils.
Also, if you can believe it--because I can't--I am planning on making "game food" and hosting some Super Bowl viewing. I hate football and don't understand why people get so into it. But I'm in the minority there, so I'm trying to embrace the part I do like. Cooking and drinking. I'll be apathetically cheering for the Patriots when someone tells me they get a point. I have a loose connection to a former Patriots player who went out of his way to be nice to me; so for his sake, I'm a Patriots fan. Also, I love that they sort of cheat and keep getting away with it. I only play sports where cheating is easy like golf and monopoly, so I respect their will to win. The bigger question to me is: if clearly cheating is acceptable--why doesn't everyone else cheat, too? Seems the Patriots just navigate the NFL better. I know. ESPN will have me on air by next week. I would get to reunite with my former tanning salon client, Kirk Herbstreit. I didn't know who he was and told him his tan was "kinda orange" and he should tanning switch lotions.
|My 75th salad spinner broke, so I'm doing lettuce-less salads until I find a 100%|
metal/glass/ceramic replacement. Know of one?
|I was overdue for new sheet pans|
|Mise en place: where OCD thrives|
So even if you're rooting for the team that's not the Patriots, at least enjoy the thought of me shrugging my shoulders throwing back a glass of prosecco (traditional football beverage) quizzically looking at the screen wondering what the hell is happening. Do you watch the Super Bowl?