Kale. Why my life went close to four decades never having had this remarkable green, leafy vegetable is nearly unconscionable. (I will admit that it is possible that in the heat of the 1970s, I may have had kale in its dried state in a package of Knorr’s Vegetable Soup Mix which promptly was mixed with sour cream and scooped into a hollowed out bread bowl. If I did: doesn’t count. Sorry, Mom.)
Coffee. A few years ago, rumors circulated about the price of coffee going through the roof due to scarcity of harvest. People said, “Stock up now.” I briefly considered taking money out of my retirement account and doing as advised. Then, as I envisioned myself explaining why I needed to draw from my 401(k), I reconsidered and decided that I would use my gasoline funds to purchase the pricey beans. I saw myself on my bike going to and from the roasting house and then, at home, drinking coffee with nowhere to go. Happily sipping away.
Barr Hill Gin. It’s been forever since I had it, but I can still feel the cool tingle on my tongue and the prickly heat in my throat. (Disclosure: The reason why it’s been forever since I had this is not based on scarcity. I was spending too much time loving the feel of this in my mouth that I had to break up with it, like a love-to-hate kind of boyfriend.)
After two days of sad/depressing/despairing posts. I thought I’d slip into “fun facts” about what makes one part of me happy.
So, I’ll ask: What do you like in your mouth? (Control yourselves.)