You know what I miss about summer? Besides decent amounts of sleep, time to spend with friends, warm sunshine on my face, flowy dresses, and the tan that I hated while I had but I now miss and mangoes? (I mean, what else is there to miss?)
I recently traveled to the Dominican Republic where I ate a lot of mango, absorbed a lot of seawater, got a lot of mosquito bites, and failed at trying to trick people into thinking that I spoke Spanish. One minute I’m asking this kid if he wants help making his toast, the next minute, I’m talking to his mom and the only thing I hear her say is “Soy….” then it’s just gibberish to me. Then I laugh along with her, I think she tells me to have a nice day (I hope), so I tell her likewise.
Unlike pancakes, waffles don’t have to be drawn into memes or cartoon characters on a griddle to catch anyone’s attention. Waffles are art all on their own.Waffles are beautiful: crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, with pockets perfect for holding syrup, strawberries, or practically anything. (They’re like the pockets of men’s jeans. I’ve seen guys hold iPads in their pockets. I’m lucky if the pocket on my jeans can hold a chap stick.)
Granola bars are the popular kids in the lunchroom that everyone wants to sit with. (Oatmeal squares? Yeah right granola-bar wannabe). Or in a more relatable metaphor, they are the high schoolers that get 9 hours of sleep a night. Let me welcome myself to Junior year. I’m going to teach my kids to value nap time. It’s never too early to start a life lesson.
I love dates. And all the things you do can do with them. I never got to experiment with them because I usually would go through a pack of dates in an instant. I took two every time I passed by the jar. Then at the end of the day I thought ” what happened? I only ate like five.” Yeah, five times four.
But I have improved. Or at least that’s what I’m going to tell you.