The other day I was holding a bone for my dog in one hand and a pen in the other, and the dog accidentally grabbed the pen. It looked like he was eager to write something down. When I was a kid, I used to watch this show called Wishbone, and from what I recall this was basically the plot of it.
Damn, well I just looked it up, and turns out that was not the plot of Wishbone at all.
Passions this week include: brownies, defending Wonka, and blueberry pancakes.
This week I remembered I really like brownies. I understand this is basic, and almost like I’m saying, you know what’s good? Soft chairs. Cold beers. I just mention it because I haven’t eaten brownie in a while, so when I ate one after a really bad lunch, I thought whoa whoa whoa, anyone else forget about brownies? Much better than cookies. Much better than cake. Sometimes you gotta stop, accept humility, and praise the GOAT.
In last week’s newsletter, I mentioned liking Wonka. This has activated the Wonka haters. Turns out a lot of people hate Wonka for the exact reason I love it: it is a surprise musical. I must’ve missed 30% of the movie doing laundry, but that hasn’t stopped me from full-voice arguing in favor of Wonka. To anyone who says Wonka sucked: Wonka rocked. I can’t wait to half-watch it again!
I love blueberry pancakes. First off, there’s not many restaurant foods that you get to make as wet as you want at the table. A lot of the time, they’ll decide how wet your food can be. If anything, they’ll let you dry it out (ex: parmesan cheese, pepper). But with pancakes, they put the butter and the syrup right on the table and let you do your thing. That’s an unlimited wet. Also, just as I’m getting into blueberry pancakes, I find out my grandparents are also getting into blueberry pancakes at the same time! What are the chances! Something in the DNA, maybe.
And now some from the readers…
Sohrob: “I’m passionate about brushing my teeth early so I can forget I brushed and then remember once I’m rotting on the couch half asleep. Often the only barrier to slumber is the insurmountable hell that is the obligation (privilege) to drag myself to the bathroom and put electronics in my mouth for two minutes. When I brush early, I transfer from couch to bed with less shame.”
Holly: “I’ve been really into asking people for hugs, instead of just “goin’ in”. I usually feel like I’m going to throw up for a moment right when I ask, which is a part of the thrill. What if they say no? HUMILIATING! My abandonment issues would surely flare immediately and I would have to lie down. But generally, they say yes! And the extra security that our chest-to-chest, nearly-kiss-but-not-quite, humble embrace is actually warranted and welcome… it’s really something.”
Ephriam: “I've been jazzed about this cheap chutney I picked up that saved my all-too-hot amateur meatball masala the other night from being, again, way way too hot”
The readers are really bringing passions to another level. Thank you.
-Jo