Happy New Year!!
So, I saw this 30-Day Writing Challenge on Facebook. I wasn’t tagged to join it so, of course, I self-guilted myself into taking up the challenge. Feel free to join in and write your own lists. Or don’t. I can’t tell you what to do. I ain’t your daddy.
Ten Things that Make Me Happy
Is it just me or does walking up and down the aisles in a craft supply store fill everyone with the happiness of a thousand rainbows? I sometimes stand in front of my craft closet and just look at my stuff. Squee! I’m don’t even think finishing a craft project brings me as much joy as having to buy the supplies for said project.
I’m not a morning person, but I looove going out for breakfast. I especially love diner/ dive breakfast places with small kitchens and giant pancakes. Also beatnik coffeehouses where I can pretend to be a famous author over a mug of mocha coffee and a sesame bagel. I don’t like eggs but I love a minimally egg-dipped French toast and a window seat.
My niece and nephew.
These tamales are not the Mexican style ones most people think of when you say the word “tamale”. Nacatmales are the variety my Honduran aunt used to make for me by the freezer full. Wrapped in tin foil and packed with meat, potatoes, rice and a Spanish olive. Pluck a packet out of a pot of steaming water and cut it open. The smell of the masa and pork mixed with a briny olive that I hated to bite into but knew was needed because it added to the taste. Just thinking about them makes me do a little fat kid dance! I use to unfold all the wrinkles in the tinfoil to eat every bit of the nacatamal in the crevices. Since my aunt passed I have been trying to replicate these tamales, but I know I may be trying to replicate a childhood memory versus a reality.
|Saoirse is always judging you.|
Make no mistake, my cat, Saoirse, is better than any of your pets, children, spouses, or play cousins. Don’t try to prove me wrong, you will only make yourself sad.
Here, enjoy another picture. This one was on our holiday cards.
Now, I’m not a multiple cup of coffee a day drinker, I would like to be but I don’t have that type of constitution. My happiness comes from thee electric jolt of that first cup. You know that slow charge your brain jumps to attention as the caffeine washes over each cell like a wave kissing the shore, and you instantly feel like you can conquer the world? That’s love right there. Sure, it’s a short-lived and fickle romance, but in that caffeinated moment it is bliss.
Whew. So much happiness. Hopefully I can keep this writing challenge up for 29 more days. Are you doing any challenges this January? Tell me about them in the comments.
Until next time.. Blessings..