Just when I think I have reached my capacity for emotional whiplash, it hits again. This week was rough, in unexpected ways. I experienced a series of visceral reactions to news headlines, longing for some semblance of justice or for events to unfold in a manner that is precedented.
I also experienced a vulnerability hangover in response to my post on Monday which left me feeling tender and raw, processing through deep emotions while trying to stay afloat.
And then, as the cherry on top, the Fort Worth ISD changed the return plan (again) for in-person learning, and I am tired of the whole situation. I know everyone is doing the best they can, and I know the situation is complicated, but my kids are reeling, desperate for social interaction and something definitive.
Our dog Henry, in what feels like a visual representation of my rising internal turmoil, has taken to casually perching on our breakfast table, which I loathe. The cavalier nature (literally) with which he blatantly disregards all rules can only be interpreted by me as him provoking a new layer of frustration in me and giving me reason to careen over the edge of sanity. Good thing he is cute.
I am trying to learn how to make a photo-worthy latte, and while I have the espresso and steamed milk part down, the presentation leaves something to be desired. I watched YouTube videos, and they make it seem so easy. I am here to report: it is not easy. The photo above is the best I have been able to do, and if crooked sticks were a desired end result, I would be killing it in the latte art department.
In happier news, I finally nailed down an original recipe for Pumpkin Tart that I don’t hate. I am not a fan of Pumpkin Pie. I take an obligatory bite every Thanksgiving, but it is not something I enjoy. It always tastes so…squashy. Like cold, creamy squash in a limp, bland crust. Gross.
This year, I set out to create a Pumpkin Pie recipe (or, technically, a Pumpkin Tart recipe) that I found appealing. This week, after several rounds of testing, I think I nailed it. I knew it was a winner when I took multiple bites during the photo shoot, but then also ate a piece for dessert after dinner. Two pieces of Pumpkin Tart in one day is a record for me, and I cannot wait to share this recipe with you!
Last night Timm and I watched A Few Good Men. You know, the overly-quoted, “You can’t handle the truth!” movie. I was pleased to discover the film held up well. Easy to watch, a stirring story line, a few laughable moments, and great 1990’s military flair.
However, I was supremely distracted by the state of Tom’s eyebrows. Who allowed this grooming disaster? Was he going through a tough time? Did the hair and makeup department fall asleep on the job? I don’t think Tom can handle the truth. His eyebrows are definitely a code red.
Let’s talk about the best ten dollars I have spent in a long time. For $10, I purchased five 18-packs of hangers from the Container Store. Do you ever reach that point in your home where everyone is out of hangers, for one reason or another, and clothes are just wilting off of haggard hangers, or piling up somewhere? As a family, we are there. This weekend I am going to descend on my children’s closets, armed with 90 hangers, and restore some order to these spaces. I cannot wait. New hangers are my kind of happy!
Have a lovely weekend!