I’ve loved Siracha for some time now… and having built up a decent tolerance over the years, would consume a pretty decent amount.
It could be the constant mentions in the news, or the Hipster love, but regardless the reason I seemed to have let my supply of the red sauce go dry… for about 6 months.
Last night, my wife surprised me with a new bottle, that I christened on an amazing stir-fry dish we made.
I dove in to the bottle like a madman, getting a look of shock from the in-laws.
It was good. Sometimes, you just don’t realize what you’ve missed.
Waking up this morning I was reminded of one of my favorite side effects of the lava… vividly awesome dreams. I’m talking Ashton Kutcher having me test drive an electric car in a Cannonball Run type of dream.
Ah Siracha, I missed you.
By the way, the car handled awesomely (felt great driving a manual) but I was scared that blasting the air would deplete the battery. Man, it was a vivid dream.
For the last 16 years, I’ve enjoyed Thanksgiving at my parent’s house in beautiful South Florida. Surrounded by family, the festive meal places family on the porch of the house, seated around an incredibly long table, with more food than one should eat in a single sitting.
For a few of those years, when I lived in South Florida, it was a quick drive from my place to the dinner table. Most of the years, it involves a drive down from Gainesville. Some years included a trek down from Michigan (snow and all).
Each year, I make a Thanksgiving pilgrimage to my parent’s home in South Florida. Since I can remember, Thanksgiving has been the Holiday for my family — and when I say family, I mean the entire family. Cousins, friends, aunts, everything. My family.
I’ve been very lucky in life and have a lot to be grateful for; one of which is the continuing of this amazing tradition.
Some years, the trip seems too short. It rarely feels too long. This year, Yeni and I were able to take a few days off from the bakery and head down to South Florida for a few extra days.
I start thinking about my thanksgiving message around October… mostly just a mental outline of what I want to say. Pointless really. Every year when I sit to write the message, my mental outlines are thrown away.
We had the very awesome pleasure of creating a fun retirement cake for our good friend Richard Armstrong.
Growing up, my mom did something amazing every time the school year ended. On the last day of school, when I walked into the door, a layered cake would greet me. As most normal kids, my usual cake was a single-tiered cake with frosting on top. Special birthdays might have a two-layered cake with the thinest of thin layers of frosting separating them. But this was different.
I’ve been writing these Thanksgiving messages every year for more than 10 years. I’ve written them when I was thin and in shape, fat and out of shape, married, single, living with Forrest, mourning his loss, and well– a lot of things have changed in the last 10+ years.
I’ve written about the history of Thanksgiving, about losing friends, losing family, gaining family, gaining friends, and more.