That was sooo fun! Last Thursday, I’m at work when Bean calls and asks if I can get off work early to come join her up at the local skating rink. Her work was throwing a party for management and their friends and family. It happened that there were no looming deadlines that day, so yes!- I could make it. Haven’t donned a pair of skates in years! And walking into that building was like a time machine back into junior high. It totally smelled the same. I’m happy to report the skating skills are still in tact. Was a bit over confident at first, taking off upon standing up and having one of those wonderfully wobbly -WHOA!- moments where me and the floor almost had a date. And it took me a bit before I felt good doing that cross-over leg thing on turns around the rink. Nevertheless, so fun! I highly recommend that all adults get their bums to a rink at some point to let the inner-kid out to play for awhile.
At that point, I wasn’t gonna eat strawberries that were over two weeks old
In other news, it appears that Bean and I have a magic fridge! Yep. A few facts to support our case: Upon moving day, amongst pizza, chips, soda, and such, there was a humungo bowl of fresh strawberries to be devoured by friends and family. The leftover strawberries went into a Ziploc bag and were placed in the fridge. Around two weeks later, I open the fridge to discover them sitting there untouched off to the side of the bottled water. When inspecting them, I found no signs of mush or rottage or general ickiness. They stayed in the fridge. At that point, I wasn’t gonna eat strawberries that were over two weeks old, even if they did look fine. Just wanted to keep them around to see how long it’d be before they didn’t look fine. Thursday night, this past week, there are the strawberries, looking fresh as ever! Nearly two months after their purchase. Magic fridge, I tell you!
Also Thursday night, Bean takes out the milk dated for March 9th and says it looks, smells and tastes (ew, brave girl) totally fine. On March 23rd! I’m not a milk fan, with the exception of it being accompanied by homemade chocolate chip cookies and/or the occasional morning cereal, so I couldn’t tell ya why we still had March 9th milk at that point, as it’s part of Bean’s domain. All the same, magic fridge!
We have a basket that sits right next to the fridge that holds all of our bread. There are potato buns, wheat rolls, and loaves of white, pumpernickel, and honey pecan at present. And Kaiser hotdog buns, too. None of these have yet to mold. Weeks and weeks have past for some of the items we’ve never got around to consuming and they remain fine. Obviously because, they’re located next to said magic fridge!
So, Bean and I find this all very strange and will most likely continue to discover such anomalies, but no worries! If you find yourself over for a meal at some point, we promise not to offer you, or prepare anything for you, from our magical byproducts. They are purely for show and to oooo and ahhhh over as time marches on.
Speaking of marching …
Months ago, maybe back in Octoberish, Novemberish, I was watching some late night talk show, I wanna say it was Craig Ferguson, pretty sure, I know it was channel 7, and it wasn’t Dave, so it had to be, and there was this fantabulous performer on! A band where the lead singer, thin and dressed kinda urban 70’s, indie-rockerish in an overly-tight LaCoste type striped crew shirt (need the visual) is up there singing the song, (oh, he had pants on, too, jeans) doing his thing, and what made him so flipping cool was the fact that he was marching. Yeah, marching to the song kinda, it had to do with the lyrics so there was a method to the madness, but I was so sure I’d come across the CD they were promoting or hear the song again somewhere that I didn’t make note of their name, or, whether it’s a band name, or just his name, performing as a solo artist. Either way, I completely LOVED the performance, so much energy! I’ve asked a few musically astute friends who, if anyone would know, it’d be them, and they have no idea either. Bummer! Maybe I dreamed him … ♦