The third trimester feels like one, violent craving for chocolate ice cream.
It also feels tired, cranky, out of breath and sore. But muchly chocolate ice cream. Chocolate shakes, most specifically, but chocolate ice cream will typically do.
“How do you make a chocolate shake?” I asked Jake.
“I think it’s just ice cream and milk.”
“That can’t be it,” I said.
When I got home, I Googled chocolate milkshake recipes and they were actually just milk and ice cream.
Here are the chocolate ice creams I’ve enjoyed most recently – I guess I’ll have to keep trying them all until I find the perfect one.
We may not have spent time inside with family this holiday, but we did exchange food and gifts and Facetimed.
Of course it wasn’t perfect, but for being in the midst of a global pandemic, it was good enough.
It reminds me think of that Big Bang Theory episode where Leonard hauls around a virtual, mobile version of Sheldon on a screen to participate in life virtually from his room.
This year, our parents both prepared meals that tied in favorite family food traditions.
It took a global pandemic to mail out Christmas cards.
We’ve never sent them in my life – I have friends who send Christmas cards and I have what I call Christmas card friends – friends who I’ve barely spoken with in years but send a Christmas card every year.
This year, I too, am a Christmas card friend.
Only during a pandemic have I found organizing and writing Christmas cards after work fun . . . a relief, even.
First things first, LOOK AT THIS MUG.
For some reason, you haven’t seen Schitt’s Creek, watch it now.
Right before Thanksgiving, our Governor’s orders halted indoor dining at restaurants (among other things) in an effort to manage the rising COVID-19 rates and protect our healthcare workers.
We are grateful for our continued employment and order take-out rather frequently. My recent favorites are P.J. Murphy’s bakery in St. Paul for croissants, doughnuts, and breads (the new owners have stepped up the bread game), Everest on Grand for delicious Nepalese food that’s really really spicy (if you want it that way), and Regina’s Candies for dark chocolate covered pretzels.
I’ll always remember the first time I tried Remix’s popcorn.
Last winter, before we had any inkling a global pandemic was looming, we hosted a fondue party. It’s tradition for Jake’s side of the family each New Year.
We gather around bubbling pots of oil cooking fondue forks loaded with steak, shrimp, potstickers, cocktail weenies, and vegetables dipping them into a myriad of sauces. Sometimes you grab someone else’s fork. Maybe someone double-dips into one of the community sauce bowls. Shrug.
Feels like a lifetime ago.