Remember this summer?
Remember when I went on that cruise to Canada for five days and four nights? (Cruise. To. Canada. Oxymoron.)
I sometimes wish that more English words took their etiology from Germanic roots.
I think life would be more fun that way.
Then we could walk around saying things like “kartoffelpuffer” (potato pancakes) or “pfefferneusse” (small spicy cookies, although the word directly translates to “pepper nut”) with reckless abandon.
I have made an extremely critical decision about my love life. (Or the lack thereof.)
Of which I feel the need to inform you – my most captivated and voyeuristic audience.
I have decided that I am going to join JDate (a dating website primarily for Jewish individuals).
Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because, well. If you want the technical terms, it’s because my seventh cranial nerve sent fibers to my lacrimal gland in the form of the greater petrosal nerve, which synapsed in the pterygopalatine ganglion, which is in the nose.
This is the explanation for why your nose runs when you cry. The fibers get a little excited and just innervate everything everywhere in their near vicinity. True story.
I would like to alert you all to the fact that I have been reborn.
Not as a Christian, virgin, or ultra-conservative Republican, try as though my mother might.
Not as the wife of a certain alarmingly adorable and endearingly bald Iron Chef that I may or may not have built a shrine to in my apartment that has little to no free space in it and thus has no business holding shrines of any size, shape, or form. Try as though I might.
Voting for Project Food Blog Challenge #4 is officially underway! If you like what you see here at Eats Well With Others, I would appreciate it SO MUCH if you could head on over and vote for me and my spinach-onion curry pizza on a pumpkin-infused pizza dough! You have until tonight at 9PM to vote!
Here is what I have to contend with.
A father who “can’t” eat vegetables because they “bother” his stomach. And yes, we have tried many times to go over the difference between “can’t” and “won’t” as well as get a clear definition of the word “bother”.
As I have yet to find anything in the medical literature about a man who can stomach multiple glasses of red wine without any problem but whose body will reject steamed broccoli. I am going with the more psychiatric diagnosis of “it’s all in your head” with a treatment of “tough love”. Basically, he’s not allowed to leave the table until he has eaten all of the vegetables on his plate. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
Summer
