Day 30 and the 30 days of giving thanks is over. Is it wrong to be a little thankful tomorrow is December?
The idea was good and I may repeat it next year, but the pressure of posting something worthwhile every day is a bit much. Poetry month is easier: I can preload 30 poems in March and then kick back throughout April as they go live.
If you missed one of the 30 thanksgiving posts, click on “thanksgiving” in the tag cloud.
Day 29. Despite the unseasonably warm weather on the East Coast, the coming of December makes me think of curling up under cozy blankets, perchance to dream. For the penultimate thanksgiving post, I’m thankful for a quilt made by some ancestor.
I’m not sure if this came from my dad’s side of the family or my mom’s. I’m just glad I have it. Other quilts live in my linen closet and still others have been lost to the ravages of being used as beach blankets for too many years. This one survives and is used.
Despite the old-fashioned-looking bed it’s on (which was used by my grandparents), I don’t have a lot of antiques. I don’t think that’s my house style. Don’t ask me what is, but I don’t believe it includes an abundance of old things. I’ve got a rocking chair my mom was given when I was born, and a framed Goody’s print from December 1861, but I think my tastes skew more to the contemporary/modern side of things.
Whatever the case, I do like owning a quilt that was handmade by someone related to me long ago. With my penchant for imagining other lives, it’s easy to picture a great-great grandmother and her friends sitting around a quilting frame. I don’t know if it was intended as a gift for a new bride or new home. Maybe it was just one of many being made to keep out a winter chill.
I’m just glad I have it and bring it out when the year’s calendar is almost done.
Day 28 and I’d like to thank words. Not all words, mind you. Just the words that I inexplicably adore because of how they sound.
True story – in a creative writing class in college, we had to make collages that represented something about ourselves. I found “succubus” or “incubus” (I forget which) in a Swamp Thing comic. Continue reading
Since few people look at the blog on Sundays, I feel I can get away with a quick hit of thanks.
And I’ll be thankful for this pit of new-kid-in-school feeling in my stomach. New commute, new job, new people tomorrow. Yay.
Day 26: I give big thanks to batter.
Is there anything better than licking a spatula after all the cookies are on sheets and being baked? Or after the brownie or cake batter is in the pan?
Sure, it might be risky to eat batter containing raw eggs, so consider this your warning to not follow the example I set in this post. On the other hand, unless you’re going to sit down on the couch with a bowlful of batter, you’re probably okay to lick the spatula and get every last yummy glop out of the mixing bowl.
Although I won’t say no to some chocolate-chip-cookie batter, it’s not my favorite. I gotta say I’m partial to brownie batter (particularly the one from Joy of Cooking) and angel-food-cake batter.
My all-time favorite though is the batter from Kiss cookies, which other people may just call meringue cookies. That I could eat a whole bowlful of, although it’d be a race between hyperglycemia and salmonella to claim the kill.
