I finally got on the facebook wagon this week and was shocked at how….fun it was. I reserved the user name a couple of months ago but had been putting off actually launching the page because of the potential time-suck factor of another social media site. I just started up with twitter earlier this month, and figured it was time to take the facebook plunge.
It’s so much fun to interact with you on social media. I love seeing what you pin, and your facebook comments and tweets, and thinking, “I would love to know her in real life.” I wish I could! I’ve gotten to meet a few of you in real life, and hope to meet many more in the future. But whether we get to meet IRL or not, I am thrilled, honored, humbled, and pumped to have such delightful readers. I’m so glad you’re here!
I had a burst of inspiration this week when I read this post about making a customized planner, and realized–I haven’t the faintest idea where my planner is. No wonder I’m so disorganized these days: I lost my planner months ago, probably before summer even began, and haven’t bothered to find or replace it. So I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants for a few months, making do with occasional “to do” and “must remember!” lists scratched on the back of old envelopes.
I don’t like flying by the seat of my pants. This is me:
I’ve used Jessica’s planner template printables in the past with some success, so this week I blocked out an hour to put together an updated planner for myself. (I’m trying out her blogger pack, too. I’ll let you know how that goes.)
I feel more organized already. (Insert big sigh of relief here.)
Oktoberfest is in full swing in Germany right now. I’ve never been to Oktoberfest, which would be fine (after all, I don’t drink beer, I don’t do crowds), but for a near-miss in 2001, when I missed attending Oktoberfest by one day.
We were stranded in Europe after trying to fly home from Prague on September 11. The World Trade Center was hit while we over the Atlantic, and since our plane had enough gas to make it back to our departure city, we got routed back to Prague. We were issued new tickets to return home after U.S. airspace was reopened, but the first available flight was two whole weeks away. We headed to Germany to pass the time.
Oktoberfest starts on a Saturday, and we were originally set to fly home the following Monday, but after daily calls to the Czech Air office, we were finally able to bump our flight up two days to Saturday morning. We were desperate to get home by then, and left Munich on the night train just hours before Oktoberfest started. The city was ready for the festival: we toured the grounds, we peeked in the tents, we took our photos under the “Wilkommen Zum Oktoberfest!” banner.
But we’ve never actually been to Oktoberfest, which is why I was pleased to read in Slate this week that many Germans proudly declare that they have never been and will never go to Oktoberfest. Maybe I should reframe: we’re not tourists with poorly-timed travel plans. We’re real-Germans-at-heart. Or that’s what I’m trying to convince my husband of. (But even after 10 years, he’s not buying.)
Keeping up with local news is not a priority for me. Unless the topic is important enough to be addressed in the top 5 minutes of the radio news hour, I probably won’t find out about. I thought this was a matter of personal preference, and was stunned to see The Other 8 Hours denounce “local news of any kind in any form” as “one of the most egregious LifeLeeches you’ll experience.” “It’s a complete waste of time and it is harmful to your sense of well-being.”
Wow. What do you think?
We’ve known for years that our daughters have dairy allergies, but we thought they’d outgrown them. But spring and summer brought recurrent bellyaches that we finally traced back to gluten and dairy, so we’ve been progressively eliminating those things from our diets. This is tough, because although we eat pretty healthy around here, ice cream is our go-to guilty pleasure. I’ve tried SoDelicious, and it’s very good but costs $6 a pint–ouch! We have an ice cream maker and I’m determined to find some delicious homemade dairy-free options. Tonight we got off to a good start. Here’s a delicious recipe for chocolate-coconut ice cream, adapted from The Perfect Scoop by David Lebovitz. (He’s a fun and funny food writer who’s written several wonderful dessert cookbooks and blogs here.)
Chocolate-Coconut Ice Cream
- 1 can coconut milk (about 1 2/3 cups. I used Chaokoh; any brand will work, just don’t use light or low-fat)
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 3/4 cup water
- pinch salt
- 5 oz chocolate (I used Ghirardelli bittersweet chips. Next time I will use actual bar chocolate and not chips for better meltability)
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
Combine sugar and water in saucepan and heat long enough to melt sugar. Add chocolate and stir to melt. Add salt, coconut milk and vanilla. Chill mixture and process in ice cream maker according to manufacturer’s directions.
Everyone loved it except–ironically–the child with the strongest dairy allergy. She ate half her serving before giving it to her brother. She said it tasted too much like coffee.
Readers, I admire your taste. Your book recommendations have been fabulous; now can you tell me a good movie to rent this weekend? My husband would especially appreciate a good film because he has gamely sat through two different versions of Jane Austen’s Persuasion with me this week, and we need a change of pace.
(If you happen to believe in the Raising Arizona litmus test, I hate Raising Arizona.)
Have a great weekend!
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