Allow me ruin your favorite 90’s movies by watching them for the first time in my mid 30’s and writing a brief synopsis.
There are a lot of movies from the 90’s (and late 80’s) that I didn’t watch. Growing up my parents were strict about what we could watch. Thankfully, not quite as strict as my friend whose parents drew all sorts of funky conclusions between Disney movies and the devil.
We all had that friend whose house we’d watch some of those movies, anyway, and read Cosmo magazines. But, for the most part, I didn’t watch a lot of movies.
One of my favorite things to do is watch famous 90’s movies for the first time as an adult. It’s cathartic. Some of the movies still resonate surprisingly well while others make you wonder how anyone thought they was funny.
This isn’t Instagram. I’m not going pretend like everything’s OK.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks.
My recent egg retrieval cycle concluded and, so far, the outcome isn’t what I was hoping for. There’s so much to juggle financially, physically, and emotionally; all while working a full-time job and fielding things like baby showers and toxic positivity (“Just relax!” or “It’ll happen when you stop trying”).
It all feels so raw and I’ll share more when I’m ready. Perhaps. The kind words people have offered have gone a long way, so thank you for those.
Curry Grain Bowl with Tempeh from Tillie’s Farmhouse (St. Paul, MN)
We didn’t visit Tillie’s because we never make it past Stewart’s.
The last time I visited Tillie’s was was decades ago when it was Trotter’s.
Back in high school, we went to Trotter’s during finals week. We felt very grown-up piling into someone’s car and driving across the river into St. Paul to lunch. I never ordered anything fancier than a turkey sandwich, but it was the best turkey sandwich I ever had. Fresh grainy bread, sprouts, and mayo, which I had previously thought I hated. It just seemed so special.
Artists’ Point is located near the downtown area by the coast guard station.
Going left entails navigating along the rocky coast. Going right takes you along along the narrow concrete breakwall to the lighthouse. One person could carefully walk past another, single file.
As we began walking down the breakwall, a middle-aged couple heading towards us nicely asked if we could back up to the entrance so the woman could pass. Of course we obliged as they explained she suffered from vertigo.
The couple suggested that we walk in the opposite direction along the rocks, raving about the view.
It doesn’t matter if they’re actually the world’s best doughnuts. They may be and they may not be. But they’re the world’s best doughnuts right now.
We ordered four doughnuts – a glazed cake, glazed raised with sprinkles, banana cream, and cherry-filled. I hesitantly unfolded the 20 dollar bill in my purse hoping it was enough.
“That’s be $5.25” the woman said.
I refer to World’s Best Donuts as “grandma doughnuts.”